I've never put much thought into the future. I feel like if I did, I wouldn't have one, and if I didn't have one, what's my life worth in the end?
Bounded by the family ties, and offspring I call my parents, my life is a mess. And not the mess girls say to try and look bad, while looking worse. I mean not sleeping on a Sunday night, to wake up to a break out, and have to take 50 tests on Monday, type of mess.
But that's just it. My life is a mess, and the day I met you, you stuck out to me like the first light in the galaxy. The first light that's ever came into my life, and disappeared. And when you disappeared so did my universe too. My English teacher always called it this one thing, ambivalence.
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Ambivalence
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