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When I stop being afraid to c░░nt the days (2░2 so far), I guess I'll just go. I've tried to leave this spot, but when you have nothing to eat or anything else to look at, my phone is m░ ░rug and I seem, so far, to be thoroughly dependent. I s░░ll read. Stuff c░░░s in. ░░░eti░░s, I even make posts on some places. I know nothing goes through, but if my only conversation partner is going to be the void, it's who I'll talk to. The door is open and there's a huge, open space that has n░ ░░░░░░░ ░░░
When I stop being afraid to c░░nt the days (2░2 so far), I guess I'll just go. I've tried to leave this spot, but when you have nothing to eat or anything else to look at, my phone is m░ ░rug and I seem, so far, to be thoroughly dependent. I s░░ll read. Stuff c░░░s in. ░░░eti░░s, I even make posts on some places. I know nothing goes through, but if my only conversation partner is going to be the void, it's who I'll talk to. The door is open and there's a huge, open space that has n░ ░░░░░░░ ░░░
