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A day in the life of the lost. Welcome to a world you can't control, can anyone understand it? Fail to figure anything out and fail to read this.

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by pidgeypenguin

by pidgeypenguin

ℐ 𝒹ℴ𝓃𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝓎 ℐ𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯ𝒹, ℐ'𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓈𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓁𝓊ℯ ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓈ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝒽ℯ𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓌. 𝒲𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓊𝓅 𝓃ℯ𝓍𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃 ℐ 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝒷ℯ. ℐ 𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝓎, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓎.
I hope in ten years time, that we still talk or have a semblance of friendship. For my heart to truly shatter beyond repair, he would have to see me as nothing and nobody ever again. That would be a punishment I deserve and never wish to receive.
But in all honestly I wish I would've figured myself out 𝒷ℯ𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ.
ℐ𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹 𝒶 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝒷ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉, 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 ℐ 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌ℴ𝓃'𝓉 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷ℯ𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒹ℴ𝓃𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓅𝒽ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈ℯ𝒸𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹. ℬℯ𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ ℐ 𝒹ℴ, 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓂ℯ? ℐ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓀𝓃ℯ𝓌.. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓃ℴ𝓌? 𝒪𝒽 ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 ℐ 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃ℊℯ 𝒾𝓉.
I̸͟͞ k̸͟͞n̸͟͞o̸͟͞w̸͟͞ t̸͟͞h̸͟͞e̸͟͞ s̸͟͞o̸͟͞n̸͟͞g̸͟͞ a̸͟͞n̸͟͞d̸͟͞ i̸͟͞ t̸͟͞h̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞k̸͟͞ i̸͟͞t̸͟͞s̸͟͞ w̸͟͞o̸͟͞n̸͟͞d̸͟͞e̸͟͞r̸͟͞f̸͟͞u̸͟͞l̸͟͞ h̸͟͞a̸͟͞v̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞g̸͟͞ f̸͟͞r̸͟͞i̸͟͞e̸͟͞n̸͟͞d̸͟͞s̸͟͞ t̸͟͞o̸͟͞ s̸͟͞h̸͟͞a̸͟͞r̸͟͞e̸͟͞ y̸͟͞o̸͟͞u̸͟͞r̸͟͞ t̸͟͞i̸͟͞m̸͟͞e̸͟͞ w̸͟͞i̸͟͞t̸͟͞h̸͟͞. N̸͟͞o̸͟͞t̸͟͞h̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞g̸͟͞ b̸͟͞u̸͟͞t̸͟͞ g̸͟͞o̸͟͞o̸͟͞d̸͟͞ c̸͟͞a̸͟͞n̸͟͞ c̸͟͞o̸͟͞m̸͟͞e̸͟͞ f̸͟͞r̸͟͞o̸͟͞m̸͟͞f̸͟͞r̸͟͞i̸͟͞e̸͟͞n̸͟͞d̸͟͞s̸͟͞h̸͟͞i̸͟͞p̸͟͞ h̸͟͞t̸͟͞? i̸͟͞ w̸͟͞i̸͟͞s̸͟͞h̸͟͞ u̸͟͞ f̸͟͞e̸͟͞l̸͟͞t̸͟͞ l̸͟͞i̸͟͞k̸͟͞e̸͟͞ y̸͟͞o̸͟͞u̸͟͞ c̸͟͞o̸͟͞u̸͟͞l̸͟͞d̸͟͞ t̸͟͞a̸͟͞l̸͟͞k̸͟͞, i̸͟͞ u̸͟͞n̸͟͞d̸͟͞e̸͟͞r̸͟͞s̸͟͞t̸͟͞a̸͟͞n̸͟͞d̸͟͞ n̸͟͞o̸͟͞w̸͟͞. a̸͟͞n̸͟͞d̸͟͞ i̸͟͞t̸͟͞s̸͟͞ t̸͟͞o̸͟͞o̸͟͞ l̸͟͞a̸͟͞t̸͟͞e̸͟͞ f̸͟͞o̸͟͞r̸͟͞ a̸͟͞p̸͟͞o̸͟͞l̸͟͞g̸͟͞i̸͟͞e̸͟͞s̸͟͞ i̸͟͞ w̸͟͞i̸͟͞s̸͟͞h̸͟͞ i̸͟͞w̸͟͞o̸͟͞u̸͟͞l̸͟͞d̸͟͞v̸͟͞e̸͟͞ c̸͟͞h̸͟͞a̸͟͞n̸͟͞g̸͟͞e̸͟͞d̸͟͞ s̸͟͞o̸͟͞o̸͟͞n̸͟͞e̸͟͞r̸͟͞, i̸͟͞ t̸͟͞h̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞k̸͟͞ u̸͟͞ h̸͟͞a̸͟͞t̸͟͞e̸͟͞ m̸͟͞e̸͟͞ n̸͟͞o̸͟͞w̸͟͞, i̸͟͞t̸͟͞ f̸͟͞e̸͟͞e̸͟͞l̸͟͞s̸͟͞l̸͟͞i̸͟͞k̸͟͞e̸͟͞ i̸͟͞t̸͟͞, i̸͟͞m̸͟͞ n̸͟͞o̸͟͞t̸͟͞ u̸͟͞p̸͟͞s̸͟͞e̸͟͞t̸͟͞, j̸͟͞u̸͟͞s̸͟͞t̸͟͞ i̸͟͞n̸͟͞ p̸͟͞a̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞
i̸͟͞m̸͟͞ h̸͟͞o̸͟͞l̸͟͞d̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞g̸͟͞ o̸͟͞n̸͟͞ n̸͟͞o̸͟͞w̸͟͞
c̸͟͞l̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞g̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞g̸͟͞ f̸͟͞o̸͟͞r̸͟͞ a̸͟͞ r̸͟͞e̸͟͞a̸͟͞s̸͟͞o̸͟͞n̸͟͞ s̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞c̸͟͞e̸͟͞ y̸͟͞o̸͟͞u̸͟͞r̸͟͞ g̸͟͞o̸͟͞n̸͟͞e̸͟͞
n̸͟͞o̸͟͞t̸͟͞h̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞g̸͟͞ i̸͟͞s̸͟͞ t̸͟͞h̸͟͞e̸͟͞ m̸͟͞a̸͟͞t̸͟͞t̸͟͞e̸͟͞r̸͟͞ s̸͟͞w̸͟͞e̸͟͞a̸͟͞r̸͟͞ i̸͟͞m̸͟͞ f̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞e̸͟͞
e̸͟͞x̸͟͞c̸͟͞e̸͟͞p̸͟͞t̸͟͞ t̸͟͞h̸͟͞i̸͟͞s̸͟͞ l̸͟͞i̸͟͞t̸͟͞t̸͟͞l̸͟͞e̸͟͞ t̸͟͞h̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞g̸͟͞ c̸͟͞a̸͟͞l̸͟͞l̸͟͞e̸͟͞d̸͟͞ m̸͟͞y̸͟͞ m̸͟͞i̸͟͞n̸͟͞d̸͟͞
i̸͟͞ w̸͟͞i̸͟͞s̸͟͞h̸͟͞ i̸͟͞ c̸͟͞o̸͟͞u̸͟͞l̸͟͞d̸͟͞ s̸͟͞e̸͟͞e̸͟͞ t̸͟͞h̸͟͞e̸͟͞ w̸͟͞a̸͟͞y̸͟͞ o̸͟͞u̸͟͞t̸͟͞ b̸͟͞u̸͟͞t̸͟͞ i̸͟͞f̸͟͞e̸͟͞e̸͟͞l̸͟͞ l̸͟͞i̸͟͞k̸͟͞e̸͟͞ i̸͟͞m̸͟͞ d̸͟͞e̸͟͞a̸͟͞d̸͟͞ i̸͟͞n̸͟͞s̸͟͞i̸͟͞d̸͟͞e̸͟͞. I̸͟͞ w̸͟͞a̸͟͞n̸͟͞t̸͟͞e̸͟͞d̸͟͞ t̸͟͞o̸͟͞ p̸͟͞o̸͟͞s̸͟͞t̸͟͞ y̸͟͞o̸͟͞u̸͟͞r̸͟͞ s̸͟͞o̸͟͞n̸͟͞g̸͟͞s̸͟͞ t̸͟͞o̸͟͞d̸͟͞a̸͟͞y̸͟͞, i̸͟͞m̸͟͞ v̸͟͞e̸͟͞r̸͟͞y̸͟͞ s̸͟͞a̸͟͞d̸͟͞