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All because I'm an ungrateful little shit who can't appreciate the good things that she has.
I'm surprised that I'm surprised. There was a reason I was single for so long; there was a reason this scared me shitless.
It's too late. I'm finished.
And I just found out Roger lost his second-round match in Paris to Julien Benneteau.
And I haven't started studying for the exams at all.
I don't see how my life can get any worse. It can't. I can't do this.