Have I found my way back to this? I'm supposed to be an adult by now, capable of dealing with my emotions, yet I'm just slightly obsessing over a journal from over a decade ago. Fantastic.

"the children the world almost break become the adults who save it"

I want to cut my ties fuck all your lies I'm heading out with my regrets

"My other friends think I am selfish, selfless, and don't want to be around me. Why don't I get the choice to not be around me?

I hate this existence. hate the person I am, will be and have been. "

DECEMBER 11, 2001

fucking exactly.
why even bother?

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I always feel like maybe writing these SUPER EPIC POSTS.
but then I don't. like now.

LATERRZZZ I will.
oh wait, no one cares anyways.

love erykah