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I want to find a funny video and tag him. I don't know what's happening there. Is it about the laptop? I know I can't help shit. And I'm finding stuff to show him. But then, tag? Discard.

I find it hard to do that. I'm scared of the outcome. What if he shoots me with his every single weapon? That's gonna hurt. I have some issues here too. I don't want that shit.

I found nice stuff to share. But discarded all. I just can't do it.

I'm definitely just a nothing, in his priority list. I can't help. I should just pretend that I don't care and move on.

I wish I can give him a damn big hug. He needs that release. I wish I know what's going on. I wish I have the rights to be concerned. I wish He still sees me. I wish he spammed me other than anyone else who cares.

Yeah I should fuck off. I know where I stand. There, that place you can never see, where I can never reach you.

12am. It's been half an hour more I'm trying to sleep. But I can't sleep. I was so fucking hell tired, but you're running in my mind. Even if you're not tired from that running, I'm exhausted. I wanna hibernate. I wanna care less, but this is what happens. It's fucking loud. I wanna sleep. Stop please. Like fucking please. Why tf haunt like that.