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things don't seem real anymore. i'm having trouble believing in anything. in my existencecanyouhearmycry. there has to be a reason for this all. don't hand it to me on a silver platter without telling me the ingredients. what exactly is my purpose? why must i suffer through the existence of too many bland days, only to have a few good days in return?tellmewhati'vedonewrong
i am not thinking of suicide. so many things could be so much worse. i just want something more. something out of the ordinarystandup, something that can fill this voidshoutout, something that can make contentment a reality for mereachout.
i am a pariah in my own mindthisismyemergency.
and why is no one awake with me at 3:45am?
i am not thinking of suicide. so many things could be so much worse. i just want something more. something out of the ordinarystandup, something that can fill this voidshoutout, something that can make contentment a reality for mereachout.
i am a pariah in my own mindthisismyemergency.
and why is no one awake with me at 3:45am?