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I AM NOT SAD NOR HAPPY. I AM GRAY. BLEAK. SORROWFUL. I Try to FILL MY DAYS TO BE THE HAPPIEST I CAN MAKE AT TIMSE, IT JUST SEEMS SOMETIMES It's ALL FOR NOTHING. I AM PRAYING THIS IS NOT A FOREVER THING, BUT JUST A HUMP IN TIME. EXISTENTIALISM IS SCARY. I TRULY WONDER WHAT THE POINT OF MOST THINGS IS, IF WE ARE JUST BLIPS IN TIME. I HATE SOUNDING INSANE, AND I DO NOT MEAN TO, YELLS. Not only that, but I JUST ENJOY THE ESCAPE FROM TIME TO TIME. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND, AND I LOVE YOU.