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It hasn't been so long. My cat disappared. I woke up to a small black kitten meowing in my face. Strange how things happen. He disappared too. I don't know where he went.

I'm so tired of being the person everyone wants when it's convenient. Yes, I'll always be here, but that doesn't mean you can use me for your own personal pleasure. I feel so background. Static on an empty television, left alone at midnight.

I wrote last night. It was the first time I'd written anything in a while. I actually wanted to paint, but I was out of canvas, so I was forced to write. It felt good. Like I'd been numb for a while, but suddenly all the feeling rushed back into me.

I still feel lonely and used. Where does everyone go?