U for Unfit
Everything is a distraction. Distractions to keep me from thinking. Distractions are necessary, the main foundations of my everyday life.
Without them, I will think.
Why am I feeling this way?
Why can't I be like everyone else?
Why can't things be different for the better?
Am I really actually here? Why does it feel liks I'm just automatically doing things? It just feels as if I'm following an unknown script.
Is this how everyone feels everyday? Am I suppose to have something to feel when I go through my day? Is it supposed to be like this? Why does it feel so bad?
Why do I feel so alone? Why do I have to be different?
Why do I not feel normal? Why is everything so hard?
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CasualeStruggles. Excuses. Problems. Issues. Random shit. Something we all can relate. Essentially a vent book or a way to put everything in writing Plus thoughts and some theories. (beware cringe and teen stuff until you get to the recent ones) Some part...
