im never going to write anything you havent heard before. there isnt anything terribly profound about my experience, my thoughts, realizations or failures. im really not interesting. if anything, i find my habitual circular logic to be insufferably boring.

look! im happy! nevermind the bullocks, here's some mediocre photos i took!

look! im exhausted! here's some melodramatic music i can muse over while i berate myself publicly!

look! im annoyed! im going to curse self-righteously about the idiocy of others while continuing the same destructive behavior patterns i was doing in the exhausted stage, but now youre distracted!

there's nothing more humbling than realizing you're a stereotype.

fuck.

am i really this asinine? have i really wasted this many months fundamentally repeating this same bullshit over and over again?

what the hell.

no wonder im alone, i have got to be one of the most overly sensitive, ridiculously needy clusterfucks of a human being ever created. yeesh.

way to be a strong, independent adult. i feel like a goddamn infant.

a needy, attention seeking, self destructive, angry, confused 25 year old baby.

heh.

to think, tomorrow it'll all be different.

but completely the same.

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