a healthy mind in a dead body
ohmy deviation . which way to go? the fuckup route or professionality. decisions, decisions. mediocrity makes its own fate, i'm afraid.
it's weird. i have to keep checking the mirror to see if i'm still here.
I decided i don't need it. I wanted something/someone to pull me out it and make existence tangible but not no more. how completely odd. dead-end cynicism coupled with a sense of the abstract. it's like being compelled to want to believe in the impossible but having your own nature crush your dreams.
it's fucking funny, you know?
I wanna rot from view blahblahblahblah lame i know but, it's easier to dismiss problems when they're someone else's.
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