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I've slipped into this continued cycle of being 100% stoic. it's the only way I can survive without ripping my hair out and screaming bloody murder to the masses.
when I grow up, I want to be one of those crazy bag ladies. I aim high.
I have been in this state of nothingness for so long that I've forgotten who I am. every time I catch a glimpse of she who was me, I'm sucked back into this vortex of being hollowed. I'm like a hamster inside one of those little fucking balls. and no matter how fast or hard I run, I can't escape it.
do you ever look back on life and wonder how you've come this far?
the future is so terrifying that it is impossible for me to wrap my head around. if I try to think of things for longer than a couple of seconds, I get a migraine and somehow unintentionally slip back into that stage of emptiness.
wah, wah, wah.
I'm so lame.
it's reasons like this that I prefer to be a zombie.
when I grow up, I want to be one of those crazy bag ladies. I aim high.
I have been in this state of nothingness for so long that I've forgotten who I am. every time I catch a glimpse of she who was me, I'm sucked back into this vortex of being hollowed. I'm like a hamster inside one of those little fucking balls. and no matter how fast or hard I run, I can't escape it.
do you ever look back on life and wonder how you've come this far?
the future is so terrifying that it is impossible for me to wrap my head around. if I try to think of things for longer than a couple of seconds, I get a migraine and somehow unintentionally slip back into that stage of emptiness.
wah, wah, wah.
I'm so lame.
it's reasons like this that I prefer to be a zombie.