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I really don’t feel so good and I’m not quite sure why. It’ll pass, it always does. It’s as if my chemical balance was all fucked up. I’m sad all the time and I’m mean like a starving chained dog. I see K & C being so happy together and taking care of me after I took care of them and I get mad at you and me for being apart, and then I don’t care, and I worry about stupid things, careerwise, and I’m depressed because I pedal in oil and peddle in art, all that jazz, life leaves a bad taste in my mouth these days, that’s all, nothing more. So I guess what I want to say is: I love you, of course, but I’m not good for much these days, I don’t care about shit and I hope you’re OK.