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The moon is in the last quarter phase. I sit in bed ranting on some sketchy website trying to fill the void. I'm empty. I crave the affection of an unrequited lover. I crave the warm embrace of another human. My brain is scattered, the days are blurring, and I sit in my dark room starring at the ceiling hoping that somehow tomorrow will feel like the same shit hell today and everyday before this has felt like. I cant even process my own words and thoughts everything feels like the same pain. Nothing I do is ever good enough.