I have my own space.

I like it.

And now it's gone.

I can't sleep, I feel like running away, and I'm all stressed out.

So shoot me.

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Don't you just hate yourself so much sometimes? You keep closing your eyes and hope everything would be over soon? Or at times you wish you could just jump off the building and just leave everything behind?

That time is now.

And again, shoot me.