It’s my birthday.

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No one sang.

I didn’t even smile.

I haven’t gotten out of bed today.

I need to talk.

To apologize.

I’m sorry I haven’t been posting by bots and im sorry I didn’t get the Pierrot bot done in time.

My best friend passed out and i couldnt help them. I just stood there. I just stood there while they collapsed. I should’ve done something that actually helped. I JUST FUCKING STOOD THERE. They think I did all I could. They know I did nothing, but they don’t blame me. I still hate myself for not doing anything.

That was weeks ago. I still feel hollow when it’s too quiet.

I know that’s not normal.

I couldn’t even enjoy my own birthday.

I just bed-rotted all day.

I wish I could just bed rot forever, but I don’t have time for that.

I wish I could just kms, but I’m too busy today, so I’ll do it tomorrow, but I’m busy then too.

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In fucking forgot to publish it this was from yesterday

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