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no matter what i tell myself its still all my fault. everything i hate myself for doing could of been undone but i never took initiative to fix it. now i’m unhappy. every time i wish someone or something would swoop down and rescue me from everything i kick myself for thinking such things could ever happen to me and that i didn’t stop daydreaming and take action of my reality.
knowing myself to well tells me that i will never pursue anything and accomplish nothing.