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I think it will be good to go home.
I have no idea what I'm doing anymore. I feel like my brain has pooled in the back of my head and I cannot for the life of me make sense of anything.
It just seems like nobody has good intentions anymore. I'm not sure what time I'm referring to when they did though. But honestly. It's upsetting me.
I'm bad at watching out for myself. I'm bad at being alone. And I think that's a very important thing to be good at.
That pool in the back of my head might just be wine though, and not brains.
I have no idea what I'm doing anymore. I feel like my brain has pooled in the back of my head and I cannot for the life of me make sense of anything.
It just seems like nobody has good intentions anymore. I'm not sure what time I'm referring to when they did though. But honestly. It's upsetting me.
I'm bad at watching out for myself. I'm bad at being alone. And I think that's a very important thing to be good at.
That pool in the back of my head might just be wine though, and not brains.