I honestly think I'm coming to the end of my senses.
He is my best friend, so I'm going to hate writing this.
I cannot stand it here. I feel like I should be bald, from the frustration and the number of times I tug at my hair trying to calm down. It feels like ripping clumps of this untidy, unfashionable mop from my scalp might just, somehow, make things better.
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