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I can't stop thinking. I hate that I have to worry about shit. I don't like how I have to think of other things because I can't handle reality. I'm not okay with not being okay.
I constantly think about how we're all around the same age, and going through the same shit. I constantly think will any of us remember us thirty years down the line? When we're all older and more worn in and withered, are these heartbreaks and headaches going to even be in our heads. I'm so sick of living.
I have way too many choices/oppurtunities to think about. I want to get away from these fucking feelings. I'm getting sick to my stomach on them.
Bright, and ugly,
-stevie.
I constantly think about how we're all around the same age, and going through the same shit. I constantly think will any of us remember us thirty years down the line? When we're all older and more worn in and withered, are these heartbreaks and headaches going to even be in our heads. I'm so sick of living.
I have way too many choices/oppurtunities to think about. I want to get away from these fucking feelings. I'm getting sick to my stomach on them.
Bright, and ugly,
-stevie.