Maybe I'm addicted to the pain. Or maybe the good just overshadows the pain at certain times, but it always comes back. But it can't stay like that forever. I can't live with that forever. My mom came into my room today while I was taking a nap and said "I think you're depressed." My room is extremely messy right now so I'm not sure if that was why she said it or if it was the fact that I was sleeping at 4 P.M. I kind of laughed because I found it amusing that these things would make her think that. Then again, I don't really know what I am.
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