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I forgot how to write about thoughts and feelings. For some reason I have it in my head that I shouldn't talk about anything ever. It's weird. Maybe because I don't have much to talk about that wouldn't make me come off as all crazy and depressed, which I guess am, but, I don't know...
I can't believe how old I am, and how fast time is going by and how much time I've wasted. I don't really know what happened, but the past three years have been shit. Not that my life was amazing before that, but now it's just pathetic. I don't want to be me.
I can't do anything fun. My heart beats too fucking fast.
I can't believe how old I am, and how fast time is going by and how much time I've wasted. I don't really know what happened, but the past three years have been shit. Not that my life was amazing before that, but now it's just pathetic. I don't want to be me.
I can't do anything fun. My heart beats too fucking fast.