Well.... Not sure what to say in this. Not much has changed. I'm begining to grow weaker as the nights go by. This sucks. The worst kind of thing to happen when it's like this situation. I'm running out of time and yet I still waste it. I'd do things but I don't want to make anyone mad. I must figure out what I am to do soon, before it's too late. I must go for now. Heaven is Love. Peace.
May the Gods bless you with good luck and keep you well.
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