#407.
Sometimes I have no idea what I want. Sometimes I have no fucking idea what the fuck it is that I look for. Sometimes I think it's better if I just curl up and wait for the feeling to pass. It's not always. It's just those god damn rare occasions when I feel like I want to knee someone in the head, even though I know my knee probably doesn't reach anyone's head, and I know it won't make anything better.

I guess it's at these times I ask where to go from here. I wish I had more, I wish I had less, I wish I knew what to fucking wish for. Low times. Sorry for the depressing post.


Ladies and gents, I've completely lost the plot.

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