changes.
everything is so new. all the things that were there before that i thought were true, were all different. whether they're good or bad. but i find out that what i thought was there for me to rely on was. well. wet me put it this way: the things i thought were there for me to rely on is the a wet paper towel. and i am a bunch of pool balls and the paper towels gives in. unless you use umm... that one brand that i stole this gameplan from. anyways, yeah i can't depend on them because they weren't that sertain brand of paper towels that the pool balls can rely on to keep them from falling into a boiling cauldron of flesh-burning chocolate.in other words, i can't rely on the things i thought were there or could be there for me weren't and without those i will land in a boiling cauldron of flesh-burning chlocolate or just end up in a metaphorical shithole. if i had to discribe what i feel about what is chronically happening to my life, it would be: changes.
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-tiffany