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Have been verifiably depressed for the last 6 hours. I just want to sleep the sadness away.
I need friends.
I've noticed that I always become morose around my birthday without ever thinking about why. I may've figured it out. There's always this expectation, an obligation, to make it special. Truth is, I couldn't really care less. So it makes me feel guilty, like I'm letting people down.
I smell lemons. Maybe I'm being haunted by the ghost of this girl.
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