I have no place to hang out. It’s odd. I don’t know why my brain doesn’t register my own fucking bedroom as a place to hang out. Or the living room. Like why is being at home so hard for me. I have lots of video games to play, movies to watch, music to listen to. What is wrong with me?

Of course we all __know__ what is wrong with me.

I’m going to work on my poetry now. Skipping French lesson for today.

Haven’t touched the poetry yet. Alons-y!

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