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Settling

September 27, 2013

But maybe the next best thing.

If you don’t have real love, why not just some fun? 

What’s the point of life anyway, especially since I claim not to believe in an afterlife. Though I really want to.

Anyway. He’ll be here next week, he’ll comfort me, i’ll feel better then.

I’m sick of trying to be better by myself. I’m sick of being sick of life. Maybe i’m sick of life because i’m just not living it right, maybe I just need to get out more, live a little more. I don’t think I know what life is about. I don’t know anything. Why does my effing brain keeping working in over time. I’m so sick of this. Just stop thinking, seriously. It gets you no where.

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