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i can't figure out what the hell i'm doing at all at all at all. why am i going home, why not anywhere else, is it important anyway, how come no one falls in love with me, why do i still have acne when they promised it would go away in my teens, why do none of my pants fit, why do cigarettes still taste so good, why do i listen to sad songs all day, why i've been late to work because it's just TOO HARD to get out of bed, what's the point of social work, is any cause a good cause, am i a bad dog owner, what's the point of constantly imagining yourself as someone you're not, will i ever be happy not practical?