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it's funny how I'm not even missed or called or wondered about. But it's cool, I'll be gone soon, no worries again. And no, it's not how you think, so stop thinking like that. I'm waiting for a regretment statement. I'm not waiting. Relaxing is easy, unless I'm just waking up. I can only sleep for so long until... god damnit. I am not a fucking 4 year old child, when is she going to realize I'm ALMOST TWENTY YEARS OLD?!?!?!? I hate pepper. I hate PEPPER... I am not my father. I have been mistaken. I have no heros. Hereos are for comic books and happy endings. This is reality where people have feelings and die at another's expense. We bleed. We smile. We fight. We die. We live.
is this too much?
I wish you were here.
is this too much?
I wish you were here.