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Today I realized that I don't always dig the holes I get stuck in. I kinda just stumble into them, but slowly (or sometimes not so slowly) make them deeper than they should be.
I don't know if I should find solice in this, or if it's a sign that I should carry around a step-stool with me.
Part of me wants not a God Damn thing to do with a few people. They'll be hurt, but I shouldn't care. I've gone through fucking hell for them and it never got me anywhere. I'm probably going to regret saying this.
Today fucked me up.
I don't know if I should find solice in this, or if it's a sign that I should carry around a step-stool with me.
Part of me wants not a God Damn thing to do with a few people. They'll be hurt, but I shouldn't care. I've gone through fucking hell for them and it never got me anywhere. I'm probably going to regret saying this.
Today fucked me up.