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I hope there's still a future for me out there. I'm trying very hard to believe that. It feels like I have to give up on the idea of ever doing the things that made me happy professionally, though. It's crazy that someone I used to know was in a Disney movie, while I've barely been able to leave the house for 10 months. I'm tired. I still want to die. I won't do anything to hasten my own end since it'll happen anyway, but I wouldn't mind getting hit by a car. It's whatever I guess.