Haha, I died again! But I am back. No, I wasn't hit by another bout of depression, but this house is now like my own prison. I can't go anywhere. Anywhere. D: Have I told you guys that you need to drive to go anywhere? Because you do. I wish I was 16, because then I could drive bto places! Like my friends' houses! Or the bookstore! Or to the gas
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