Like hell. I want to complain and I want to argue but I am not allowed. So I got to hide it. Or just pretend to be tired or have a hangover.
I want to go and I don't want to go. But I had the light feeling it would not make a difference - appearing or not.
At some point, it does not matter at all. Anything does not matter at all.

Going to pretend good mood - everything's fine right?

nice to read you just have to pretend all the time you are with me...
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