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I’m sicks of wanting to have someone. Its pointless. Because no one wants me. No one cares for someone like me. But I guarantee when I change I’ll get more attention for my looks and that’s fine but I won’t want them. I’m just gonna worry about myself and me. Cause that’s all I’ll ever need.

I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out.
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