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I forgot about this until now; I need to go to be; it's not like anyone is waiting on it; no one reads this; that fine; it's really just for myself; I need to have something to do; I need some kind of ritual to my week or something like that.

This has even less of a point that it always does; my teeth hurt again; I should have already done this; it's not the day that I say that it is but I haven't gone to bed yet so it's kind of like it is.

I had some kind of a plan but that will just have to wait for next week I guess; it's not much anyways; I don't think it would mean anything to anyone but me.

I know that that's always true.

I'm tired; I've felt hopeless all day; I'm once again wondering why I was ever born.

I spent most of the day crying.

I don't think anyone cares about me; I know no one cares about me; that's fine; I don't deserve care.

I should just go to bed.