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sometimes i really hate change, the kind that you can't control. i really could live without the subtle way people get used to things. i can't live in a box... when the magic is gone. somethings may suck up your life, but don't let this. this tiny triviality. my words may sound jumbled, but theres no easy way to explain this. almost twenty-one it seems, and what to show for it. although i know life isn't about showing off what you have or haven't done. well then what is it about. i wake up so i can go to work. i go to work so i can have money. money for rent, car insurance, gas, food, and ciggarettes etc., but then sometimes i have extra(for what) for more possessions. possessions i don't need. they don't make me better, or nicer, or prettier as if any of that means anything either. i just want to feel the way it felt a year ago... magical