I'm here. [Still getting through each day, some better than others. There are days when he thinks that's far from a cause for celebration, so he ends up locked up in his own apartment waiting for time to pass by, not entirely sure he wants the mood to slip away or to just turn into nothing. Other days he takes up a new excuse to be self-destructive away from home and all night long.] You're here. What else do I need?
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