So it is 2 am, I am sitting in my boyfriends living room.
Crying, questioning everything. He is asleep upstairs.
Nothing makes sense.
I don't want to spend my life trying to become happy.
In fact I don't see why I would wanna live.
It seems like everyone is just floating around, waiting till they die.
Occasional amusements.
I don't see why I would want to do it.
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