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I can't remember the last time I was really content with my life. I don't know what would make me happy again, but whatever it is feels further away every day. There is so much I have to look forward to, but I'm not feeling it anymore. All I can see is more days going by, unappreciated. The future seems like a waste of a future. My father always told me that the best thing about the future is that it hasn't happened yet. I used to agree with him. I wish I could just skip to the last part, so I that all I will anticipate is peace.
I wish I could bring myself to care.
I wish I could bring myself to care.