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I want to write, but there's nothing to say.

I want to cry, but apparently my tear ducts have dried out and shriveled up.

I want to go out, but not with any of my friends.

I want to figure out what the hell I'm doing with my life.

I want you. But you're busy, and I'm taking up too much of your time as is...I keep forgetting you have friends, and I keep you all to myself. I'm sorry for that, I just don't understand you.