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I always thought my heart was in Milwaukee, but now that I'm back to the Midwest I feel otherwise. I definitely feel the need to "start over" throughout every aspect in my life at this point. my mistakes are piling up and I'm beginning to feel childish for the first time in my life. The pieces to the puzzle are mingling together and I can only point out time and time again my weakness. I say I've been "trying" but what the fuck is that worth? I've lost my self-criticism somewhere along this beautiful life cycle and I continuously ask myself the same questions and the answer always remains the same, blank, empty, and clueless. I have set free all of my valuable tools, I am finally alone, as "I've always wanted." Except now I'm realizing, this is never what I fucking wanted.