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Trudge. This is the word of the day. No matter what I do I trudge through it and it makes the wading so much more complicated. I am slowly reaching a boiling point, having no one to talk to and resting on the brinks of a broken realtionship is hardly a world that I can bear. The worst part is I am the one that is moving to abort mission because I cannot handle myself. If someone would have told me that wise people don't actually exist then at some point I would have felt okay with the lack of patrons to speak to about my woes. Why is there nothing that I can do to make myself feel normal. Every moment that I am alive all I want to do is shoot myself between the eyes . Fuck time and space. Fuck reality.