My eyes are dry, it's hard to keep them open. I'm glad the sun is out and pouring through the windows of the library I'm at. I'm waiting for her to pick me back up for awhile...and really hoping against hope that I won't have to take the bus back home later on. I feel hurt...lonely...and confused. Hurt because I've been tired, therefore look
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