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dear diary

this is my fifty-second week in high school and i'm getting there. 

becky called dozens of times today.

but I didn't feel like answering. 

so I assume she was disappointed in me.

or grayling to the idea that i'm dying soon. 

in both cases, i am a bad friend.

mom: why you don't answer your calls? becky is freaking out there!

me: maybe i don't feel like talking anymore

mom: what do you feel like then?

me: i-i-i'm tired of dying from endless death

mom: for us, it is like a second, mary

me: i'm sorry to leave you, mom

mom: it's okay

me: no it is not

mom: but it will be

me: i doubt that

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