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[jahk]

I could sit here and write for hours.
Until my fingers fell off.
Just because it makes me feel like I'm writing to someone who wants to read about how I'm doing.
I'd rather write here for hours then stare at my phone that hardly ever goes off for another minute.

I don't even know what I want anymore.
Or if I even want anything.

I want to change the world.
But that's not going to happen, is it?
I'm hardly a blip on a radar.

I'm nothing.

I'm burned out in every sense of the word.
I'm not even 19, and did I just see a gray?

I hate everything.