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I can't pull myself out of my bed. I don't know how to stop this. and I don't know how to make this better anymore. I can't keep procrastinating. I don't know how to let this go. I need to let this go. I can't put the fucking past behind me. and I hate myself for this. I know that this is all my fault. you won't see my face in february. apparently i've learned nothing from past mistakes. i'm really sick. and it's not okay that the mailman is becoming my best friend again. jessika= self destructive.