day fifty seven

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i've lost track of how many days i have left until i leave this planet. thinking about it now, it doesn't really sadden me anymore. it's more of an overwhelming desire that needs to be attended to. it's clawing away at my sanity as we speak.

will i even be able to last even six months considering my unhealthy mental health? gah. this sucks. it's frustrating. you should be lucky that you don't deal with depression, kacchan.

depression is a deal with the devil.

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