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So screwed up. I'm stuck in this moment in which I don't know whether to turn left or right or just stay put so that I don't screw up again. I can't screw up again. And I remember the days when it was so easy yet so complicated at the same time. One cut. One little bit of friction and soon enough the mark that I longed for appeared and it cured me of my despair. But the next morning I would try to get back to where I began but it wasn't there. I couldn't find it. There was a dead end made of glass so I could see my goal but couldn't reach it. I had gone through that one way door without even noticing and now I was too far gone to ever get back. And now I don't even feel like writing. It's that bad...