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I thought I knew everything. I had it planned out but my plan has shattered to pieces and it's beyond repair now. I've stalled myself for all the wrong reasons, and I've dug myself into a hole that's too deep to pull myself out of, on my own. I don't have regrets b/c everything you do or happens to you somehow shapes and teaches you to be the person you are now...at least I wanna beleive that. Maybe I'll have the strenght to figure out what to do with this and maybe it'll happen on its own. All I know is that this is not it and I don't want it to be. I'm done...although I wish it was different some things will never change. Maybe next time I'll see it sooner but better late than way too late if you know what I mean. Do you? I'm not sure I'm making sense to myself besides the fact that I know how I feel which completes every unfinished sentence in my head and every ambiguous phrase I might have uttered. All in all I guess we are both to blame.