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I really can't be bothered with any of this. How is it about fucking time, anyway? Gods, the complete ignorance, the self obsessed rambling, the default, forced hapiness, just having to relive everything I've done wrong, having every person I can't stand in my head, all talking, arguine, being, and I don't fucking care. So why the hell are they still here, still in the one place that you're supposed to be able to keep to yourself?
I feel different. I look different; sharper, unfamiliar.
I feel different. I look different; sharper, unfamiliar.