To you: I'm sorry.
I don't know, I just feel kind of out these few days. Like she's having her CCA, you all seemed happy with life, I'm dying of boredom here. Yes, I've got Band but seriously, how exciting it could be? I go there, exhaust myself. I'm not trying to say that you lead a better life than me right now but just... I don't know. The kind of feeling inside me is making me feel so pissed off. It's not your fault, mine perhaps.
I don't know what to say, do I owe you an explanation? Maybe this time, I'm wrong.
I didn't get a job anyway.
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