I get it now. I'm unwanted in a lot places in my life.
I'm not allowed here because of this. Or I've spent 4 days with you
and now you're sick of me.
I'm understanding. I'm not stupid.
It's all falling apart like the hinges on my door. Like the tree fell apart in my front yard.
And all of this is putting nothing but weight on my shoulders, that weighs more than my messenger bag.
I'm going to watch monotone Daria for the rest of my life because she makes me feel better.
Daria Morgendorffer, you make me happy.
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