“Write down a specific goal for next time,”* they keep saying, And every time I sit there with the same emotionless expression Thinking, "I'm not even gonna be there. What's the point?" I have goals, sure. Don't get hurt, don't let yourself get hurt, and don't die, But for "next time"? Is there going to be a another time when I feel as comfortable as this? Another day to talk and joke with my friends? One more chance to have one more class? The answer is no. There might not be a next time.
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