Le sigh.

I want to stop feeling horrible.

I wish I could just think about how to send a gift for an engagement party, instead of worrying about my little brother for the week, worrying about the things at home, if my dad remembered to pay the bills before he left for Singapore, and all that crap.

I hate it when I’m stressed out.

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