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I'm so damn tired of this goddamn project! Ok, so me and my friend Cait and this really super shy quiet dude named James are all working on this project together. It's for algebra. Well, I would tell you what we have to do, but I have no fucking idea! Cait and I can't make any fucking sense as to what they want us to do for this project! It's so hard!

AAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!

A good friend will hide your back when you really need to scratch your ass.

A good friend will hug you when your crying and then say, "Uh, don't stain my shirt," just to make you laugh.

A good friend won't laugh at you when you trip over your own feet and spill your lunch everywhere.

A good friend can laugh on the phone with you for hours without knowing what they are laughing about.

And lastly, a good friend will always be there for you...unless they move to China, then you're screwed.

Every single goddamn day, life goes by and I can't care. I can't care. It's just not possible. Every damn day it gets harder and harder and harder...to try. To care. To live. And I hate it. I hate EVERY DAMN MINUTE OF IT! I am alone! I have NOTHING! I can't breathe. My life is being sucked away into a black abyss of eternal torment. And I can't care. I don't. I won't. I'm not sure I ever have.

When have I cared? I used to care about getting good grades. I used to care enough to try and do well in school. I used to try so FUCKING HARD to keep my room clean. And I TRY. I TRY. But it doesn't work anymore. I've lost my faith...my dignity...my life.

And my parents...oh, my PARENTS! What good are they doing? What good are they doing? They aren't doing jack-shit! They monitor me constantly, trying to see what work I've done. The teachers watch me like a hawk and demand results, answers, assignments! I can't do all this. I can't. I can't. It's not possible...

Caring. What is it? Possible or impossible? Real or a dream? Real? No. Not real. Caring doesn't exist anymore.

I say good-bye to my life. Not my life as in the opposite of death. But I say good-bye to living. There is nothing left for me to care about. So I shall go on with my life, breathing, eating, sleeping, talking, walking...technically living. Technically. But I live no longer. I have died inside.

I care no longer.