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Mined over matter
Crunch time for my exams is coming up, I'm praying I can do okay. It'd be very nice to be able to exempt from most of first semester.
I'm so tired here, I just can't seem to catch up. I can't seem to win. Things just don't seem to go right. Yesterday a almost-stranger told me she was planning suicide. I don't know if she was joking, serious, or deluded. I'll probably never know. For all I know, someone just snuffed out and I couldn't do anything. I am indirectly, at the very least, complicit in a death.
I wish someone would call me, someone would give me a little direct affirmation. Sure, I'm fishing. So be it. I'd love to just have a touchstone, some vague assurance that the world is not completely insane. But I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around everyone. I hope no one gets offended by this, even this. It's not meant to be offensive. I'm not really depressed, just kind of stretched taut by the chaos and the events of the last month or two.
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