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I remember being 15 and having my whole life ahead of me.
I don't understand why I feel so differently now. It's only five years later, but I feel like my entire life has passed before my eyes and I'm just waiting for the inevitable conclusion.
I can't help but wonder if I'll feel like this for the rest of my life. Is this what the aging process does, kills the spirit? I have no idea.
Nothing shocks me anymore. Everyday is exactly the same. is it me? or has my life really plateaued? It's probably just crazy old me, complaining yet again.
I'm probably just waiting on the next time I decide to fuck up. that's always exciting and it seems like my life is marked by all the times I've made a mess of things. Now that things are reasonably calm, I'm sure that a good fuck up is due. curiosity beckons... what will it be? who will it be? why? when? how?
there's some sick satisfaction in knowing that one day everything will fall apart, but wait, hasn't it already?
I'm too morose for my own good. somebody smack me and make me cheer up.
I don't understand why I feel so differently now. It's only five years later, but I feel like my entire life has passed before my eyes and I'm just waiting for the inevitable conclusion.
I can't help but wonder if I'll feel like this for the rest of my life. Is this what the aging process does, kills the spirit? I have no idea.
Nothing shocks me anymore. Everyday is exactly the same. is it me? or has my life really plateaued? It's probably just crazy old me, complaining yet again.
I'm probably just waiting on the next time I decide to fuck up. that's always exciting and it seems like my life is marked by all the times I've made a mess of things. Now that things are reasonably calm, I'm sure that a good fuck up is due. curiosity beckons... what will it be? who will it be? why? when? how?
there's some sick satisfaction in knowing that one day everything will fall apart, but wait, hasn't it already?
I'm too morose for my own good. somebody smack me and make me cheer up.