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Paranoid.
My mind is like exploding right now, into a million tiny little pieces, I want to do so much. I want to be so many things. Why must we graduate with a certain degree or certificate and then be stuck doing the same thing for the majority of our lives. WHY. Someone please tell me why, give me a good reason because I’m determined to break this pattern. (I feel like I sound like an angry teenager, the kind that paints there nails black, dyes there hair rambunctious colors, and is always bitching about the world not understanding them) I hope I’m not giving anyone that impression. I’m not angry with anything or anyone, I’m just kind of confused on why this pattern must be continued, over and over again. I could really go on all night talking to myself and writing words that no one will ever read, blah. I have a headache.
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When I looked at him my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make him possible.
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