I don't know what I need. I'm not sure what it is that even keeps me sane. I have this insatiable urge to just...I don't even know what. Cry? Maybe. I think--no, I know that my life isn't so bad. Things can always get worse, no matter how bad they seem. True, my car doesn't work right now and will probably cost a good deal of money I don't have to
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