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Some mornings a "I love you, bye" could go a long ways. I hate feeling like I'm the only one in the world when I just wake up. I hate even more that I'm just not talked to at all before I leave my house. The drive that takes only five minutes seems like an eternity afterwards, and I want to do is cry now. I sometimes wonder how it would be to just swerve off the road, just one time.