I'm starting to hate the weekends. I never want to go anywhere. It just feels so exhausting to have to talk to people, men especially... Maybe it is my job. I just get paralyzed. And it's like... I'm not afraid to go to work, to dance on a stage. Or to go sing in front of a bunch of strangers. I'm not afraid to go see Julian. No. I look forward to these things. I'm looking forward to school. And recording again with Kosta. But it's Friday night, and these aren't options, I'm supposed to go out socially, and I can't, I'm just alone, alone, morbidly alone. You know what? No. This:
HELP.
Is what I mean. HELP. HELP. HELP.
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