it's okay

I don't much want to think about anything. Not about school, or money, or working, or driving, or pain, or sleep, or music, or girls, or the internet, or doing things after school, or stage crew, or passwords, or my cd player, or defragmenting, or the riaa, or webcomics, or my house, or a room, or chicago studies, or everyone who hated me, or everyone who doesn't, or anybody.

I just want to play air-drums like an idiot.
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