The Final Countdown

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     I've quit. I'm not getting out of my bed. The sheets are a shield. I don't want to go to war, so I'm sitting here, under my shield, trying to figure out what to do. I know I've missed school, but there's nothing there for me anyway, no one to care I'm missing.
     My phone doesn't ring. Not like it would anyway, I guess. I think it may be nice to have friends, but I've got no clue how to get any. Why must life be like it is for me?
     I'm praying to all heaven that no one comes to see me. I'm tired enough as is, I don't need people constantly draining my energy.
     I wonder if I went to school, would anyone would notice how I look. I'm like a reverse contour, dark all along the tops of my cheekbones and under my eyes. Why should I care? No one pays much attention to me anyway. And it's not like I have much point in getting up, getting out, and looking good, with my girlfriend farther away than another galaxy. I'm quite confused as to what she's doing, but as I don't have her to tell me, I have to guess and assume. I'm pretty sure she's cheating on me. Wouldn't surprise me in the slightest.