Last night at the BS, Jason was talking about turning 29. I asked him how he felt about it. He said that he had never felt better in his life.
How sad then that everyday I feel like I am dying. I can't put my finger on it. I don't know if I'm depressed, or sick, or aging or what. Everyday I wade through the day and then get home and feel on the verge of collapse.
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