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For mj :)
Thank you,
Sarah Mishan
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The room is dark, dusty. I see you, but you don't see me, I twitch, looking for something to cough into. It’s been three days. We wish to inform you of your expulsion from this town, his eyes knowingly sinister. They will come to get us soon; I whisper to you, we have to find a better place to hide. They will come soon, find us, storm the gates, we will disappear into nothingness and no one will remember us. You are hopeful, I am desperate, and we crawl the tunnel a few more inches. I know they are coming, I can feel my heels burning. The rumble of spitting voices haunts me. I know they are close. They are coming, they are com---

once again. final time.

see you in three weeks.

Am i really depressed all the time? do i just speak out on those special days?
i have been out of it and overwhelmed for so long that i dont know how not to be?

i am dreading the summer? is that even allowed?

every moment of this day has gotten worse and worse. not to mention, i dread the weekend more than anything. its just all bad right now. eff.