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Let me read it for you real quick. I'm here. I'm in the room. I'm breathing. I'm watching the flies, trying to stay sane as the world spins by. I'm here, on the road, driving too fast with nowhere to go. I've been thinking about all this shit going on, making my eyes roll back as I hit a car.
I'm here, in this classroom, hoping to get a better education, hoping I feel satisfaction as these days go by, maybe I'll feel more alive. I'm trying to help myself, but all I feel is overwhelmed. I'm overwhelmed, I meant that, it's not a joke. What do I look like, a fucking stick and poke? All these emotions and problems making me boil, boil, bleed, burn, break, and breathe.
They asked me how I'm doing, how's your day been, making funny little jokes like I'm okay with that. I don't know what to say, so I said I'm here, but I wanted to say I'm overwhelmed again. Just thought of something I could add to it, and it's too fucking late. Anyways.