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Everything I write is shit. Zac's right as usual, it's all blatant mary-sue.
I want to be different. Everything's the same. Always.
I know I can think the right way, I know I can love the feeling. But it fails to change anything.
I am scared of having to spend ten days with nobody but my family to talk to. Where can I go when I get sick of their shit? Nowhere.
I want to be different. Everything's the same. Always.
I know I can think the right way, I know I can love the feeling. But it fails to change anything.
I am scared of having to spend ten days with nobody but my family to talk to. Where can I go when I get sick of their shit? Nowhere.