this is not an emergency.

yet.

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i need....to relax. i can't relax. it seems like i am,as i am watching a great tv show, playing a great video game....working at an easy, fun job.

but mentally im not ok. this isn't fun. for the love of all that is holy, loneliness is going to end up being the stupid poetic cause of some catastrophe ship with me at the helm. sheesh, is it too much to ask for true love? who made this planet, anyways? bet sinking some countries under water would get me some answers. if no creators show up, then who wants them? at least its something to do.
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and in case your wondering, no. i haven't smoked in a while. im just the type of person to type all this out because i've nowhere else to release it.