I keep getting bad headaches lately. I guess it is tension. I guess I will sleep. What is the point to life if we must someone else's idea of it?
I don't even get to see his face.
I guess if he is either happy, or whatever; what can I do?
I will probably not even be able to see him on my death bed.
I don't really know what he thinks of me.
Right now, I want to die.
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