and i should just go with it.

yeah.

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my life will change so much.

then what's the point of all this?

This happens everytime with us.

who think they are fucking art.

cut your fucking hair.

don't ask me questions about this shit.

sanity rules.

desp.

right now.

can

you tell

by my endless

live(dead) journal posts?

hey, oh..

here they fucking come.

i swear it's not the same.

when i call for you, i want you to come.

i've tried all forms of encouragement, but you just can't seem to fake or force a smile.

not even a little one.

i forgot who i was before any of this happened.

killing me.

you have no idea.