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I have this unrelenting need for routine. Is this a normal human thing or something born out of my perverse perfectionism? It's only now, after months of painful introspection, trying in vain to figure out what the hell my problem is in respect to creating a new . Half the horror of growing up, I've found, is the challenge that comes with crafting your own reality.
The absence of regimented classes, shit that has daunted me since I was six years old, left me in a sense, devoid of the life I had grown accustomed to. A freak out ensued, trapping me in this cycle of gross indulgence, binge and binge, blah blah. So now, I'm left teasing apart the ruins, trying to put my life together on my own terms.
The absence of regimented classes, shit that has daunted me since I was six years old, left me in a sense, devoid of the life I had grown accustomed to. A freak out ensued, trapping me in this cycle of gross indulgence, binge and binge, blah blah. So now, I'm left teasing apart the ruins, trying to put my life together on my own terms.