ID, M.D.

U.N.D.I.A.G.N.O.S.E.D“But what does that even mean?”U.N.D.I.A.G.N.O.S.E.D
“Go to sleep.”
“What do you think it could mean? I just can’t–”
I shove a pillow into his face and jump up to my bed. He calls me an asshole or something and continues rambling.
I’ve been Shawn’s roommate since September and every other night it’s the same thing. Obsessing over that stupid prediction. What is it with those things? They take over people’s lives. Make them live in fear. It’s irritating.
It’s not like we don’t already know that we’ll die. It’s inevitable. We. All. Die. It’s just that simple. I really don’t see the point
I like how all the answers to all the questions in your profile thingy are stupid.
Exam this morning. Blarrgh. I don't wanna go.
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