Maybe it's the late hour. Maybe it's just me.

I just wanna get out. I feel guilt for lying, I feel schedule conflicted (certamen, art, and basketball all at the same time). I'm just sad. I'll lose sleep, conform to new rules, ugh. I hate this. I don't want to yell or gesture (except obscenely) or make motions. I want to listen to ben folds five, talk about basketball and draw. Everything went OK today, it's just the next five that worry me.

I wrote this in the dark via my watch's indiglo.
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