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I feel like I'm just places again. It's not real to me that where I am right now is just a vacation spot, and not my home. I live in Boston. Nothing's real anymore. I'm on auto pilot again and I don't mind it, but I have no control over it, which freaks me out.
All that "everything's predestined" stuff is really starting to freak me out. Maybe Vonnegut was right the whole time. Maybe we're all just in a timequake right now and we have no control of it. Maybe even these movements I'm making right now blahblahblah and so on and so forth.
My dad doesn't like the new frames I got. And my hair hurts, but it looks cute today.
All that "everything's predestined" stuff is really starting to freak me out. Maybe Vonnegut was right the whole time. Maybe we're all just in a timequake right now and we have no control of it. Maybe even these movements I'm making right now blahblahblah and so on and so forth.
My dad doesn't like the new frames I got. And my hair hurts, but it looks cute today.