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Nothing seems real anymore. At least not like it used to. Not the people I love. Not the things I say or do. Not even the old wounds I’ve been opening. Is it good to question this? Is it okay to do that? What does this all mean? Where did that come from? Where am I? Where did I begin? Does this have a purpose? Does anything have a purpose? Do I have a purpose? Am I worth your goddamn time anymore? So does that change anything? Why would you do this? What does that mean? What can I do? What am I doing wrong? What am I doing right? Should I worry? Am I worrying? Do I actually care? Why am I so numb? Why can’t I see through all of this? This is NOT about YOU.
This is about me for once.
This is about me for once.