I got the van stuck but I don't really feel bad because one couldn't tell if the road had been plowed or not, and I only went like two feet before I realized it wasn't plowed and then it was too late. Oh well.
I just can't help but ask myself if I'm not making the biggest mistake of my life. I should stop, but I'm nigh unto panic. Seriously. I'm living in a constant state of "Oh my God, what have I done?" I keep trying to cheer myself up and I just can't. I'm really really scared. I should try and keep my pants on, but honestly, this is so affecting me.
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Isn't it your shirt you should keep on?
Keep it all on, if you ask me. Do not go naked into that Good Night.
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