I'm awake.
Obviously.
I can't sleep.
Obviously.
I'm depressed again.
Someone please tell me why I'm still alive. I mean, really, what's the point??? There is no point. The only reason I'm still here is that my little brothers look up to me, and I think it would really screw my friends up if I just all of a sudden... left. Whatever. I'd rather be selfish and just quit.

Q is worth ten points in Scrabble.

New poem.

It's Never Enough

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