I'm not going to tell you anything else. I could tell you what happened when I got home and how I got sick but I don't feel like it. I don't feel like talking abotu the school I'm supposed to be going to or how I'm doing. I'm not too interested.
I keep being asked questions. This one psychoanalyst keeps on asking me if I'll apply myself this time when I go back to school. How am I supposed to answer a question like that? I don't know if I will. How will I know until I do it? D.B sometimes asks me questions. He's not as bad as the others though. He asks me about what happened after I got kicked out. I don't even know what to think of it myself.
I'm sorry I even told anyone about what happened. I miss everyone. Even Ackley and Stradlater and old Maurice. I miss them. Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
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