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so this is what it comes down to.
stress is a killer.
curiosity killed the catastrophe.
more than a trainwreck less than an ambulance.
whatever flows into your brain and makes sense is good for me.
i'm past the point of being able to think.
its building and building and its taking over me.
i am unsure. i cant really comprehend anything.
i do not know what to think, who to think of, when to think, where to think of.
my life in three words is "i dont know"
i dont know why i feel this way. i have more than i give myself credit for.
the feeling of negativity passes over everything.
i dont know why people even bother to try with me.
i'm a lost cause, long shot, dont even take this bet.


ps; "growing up hurts. anyone who says different is a liar"