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( I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it. )

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[Luther is sitting at his desk in his room, wearing a white t-shirt and looking kind of... uncomfortable's the wrong word, really, because he looks happy, but also a little like he doesn't really know where to start addressing people.]

I've been here for about seven months. I know that's not really a long time when you compare it to how long some people've been here, and it doesn't even feel like it's been that long to me, sometimes. Time's weird.

Anyway, this isn't going to be some lame confession about what I did before coming here, because I've talked about it enough and frankly, I seriously doubt any of you care enough to hear about it. [But mostly he just really doesn't want to talk about it still. It's shameful and shitty, and he just wants to go back and do all of it over again.

Still, instead of just wrapping this up, saying what he needs to say and continuing with the sort of flippant bravado that's as second nature as breathing, he gets a little more serious, because this is personal, and he feels sort of stupid saying this to a broad audience.]

( tw for talk of suicide and suicidal thoughts )

[He shrugs and smiles a little, somewhere between smug and self depreciating, because he still feels like an asshole, but he's getting out of here. Maybe he'll actually get to do something with his life now.] So, I guess that's it. I'm not sticking around here a minute more than I have to, but it's been real, Barge.