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my life is actually a bigger problem that i thought
i have immense trouble doing anything anymore. why is that? i wish and wish i could go back to miami, where i knew who i was and things were simple and i was motivated. here i am drowning in an entire house full of things i don't even like.
television is somewhat ridiculous. life is somewhat ridiculous. i am losing sight of the point of everything. maybe there isn't a point? all i keep thinking is that i have to change, i have to change, but into what? what do i even want to be? and i can't answer that question. not this.
and i am angry.
i have immense trouble doing anything anymore. why is that? i wish and wish i could go back to miami, where i knew who i was and things were simple and i was motivated. here i am drowning in an entire house full of things i don't even like.
television is somewhat ridiculous. life is somewhat ridiculous. i am losing sight of the point of everything. maybe there isn't a point? all i keep thinking is that i have to change, i have to change, but into what? what do i even want to be? and i can't answer that question. not this.
and i am angry.