I kind of just want to say something. Somehow.
But, I have nothing good to say.
I could ramble on about my day, I suppose.
But, thats not saying anything good.
I don't think.
I could tell you about how excited I am that there is only seven days left of school.
But, what's the point?
So what do people say when they say things? Good. Things.
That's all been said before.
I want to draw something.
I can't.
I wish I could.
I really. Wish I could.
Silence.
I want to run in the rain.
But, it's stopped now.
Shit.
What the hell am I on about?
Maybe. Quite. Possibly.
I have somehow been drugged.
Somehow.
Or maybe.
I. Need. Sleep.
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