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I feel like nothing will ever make me happy.
Officially holding two jobs but at the moment I have 5$ to my name.
I still sleep in until 2~3pm everyday when I can, and I'm shut up in my room on my days off, stretched out on my bed instead of seeing friends (???what friends???) and I'm still stupidly into this one person but it doesn't matter at all because she's literally a world away and has passions and love bursting out of her for things and people that are so far from whatever this half person I am is.
It's so hard to stay positive at all.
At what point do you really shut down and stop hoping?
I'm exhausted from hoping.
There should be a counter balance at some point. All of this sadness and frustration and disconnect into happiness and contentment and belonging. Where is my equivalent exchange? What alchemical circle do I have to plot out for that?
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