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life is a big fucking joke. everything is too temporary. i'm sick of starting over. but i'll never go back to who and what i had before. you think you're worth it? i think not. fuck all y'all. big-time. although, there might be a few people with good intentions. but ya never know. can't really trust and don't really know what faith is. yet. i'm missing the light at the end of my tunnel. barely anything to grasp onto. hopeless? probably. still don't have a place to call home. can't even think of a place i'd like to call home. the words 'best friend(s)' seem to have obliterated themselves from my dictionary along with people who might have once seemed worthy. doesn't exist. i'm convinced. everyone's too selfish. almost everyone. the rollercoaster is better than the merry-go-round. that's what they say. but this rollercoaster has never been so big or scary.
someone told me i should write a book about my life. i say they're crazy. but then i'd have to dig up some shit. if you think you know, you have no fucking idea.
someone told me i should write a book about my life. i say they're crazy. but then i'd have to dig up some shit. if you think you know, you have no fucking idea.