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Dayle is staring at me. He’s lying on the top part of my desk, I thought he was asleep, but when I looked up he was just staring at me.

I feel tired, but not from lack of sleep. It’s that other kind of tired. The kind that’s actually all in my head. The kind that breeds apathy. I think I would be awful company right now, but I don’t know if I want to be alone. I’m still in my sleep-clothes because I couldn’t be bothered to get dressed.

The roomie is out with his family. When’s the last time I went out with my family? Oh, we don’t do things together… we’re too far apart. And they rarely visit me, I’m in the big scary city that the rest of the country hates.

I wonder why I’m even here anymore.