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I throw away all the chances I get. Thinking, I'll build my own chance later, cause I dont' like that one. I see reality very clearly, but the problem is I see several, and they each feel as real as the next. I can guess but never really know. Its like being surrounded by fog all the time. All that stuff I was sad about, actually turned out to be my fault. But I couldn't take it back even if I could go back, cause i just wasn't ready, and I wouldn't have been even if I am now.