Why am I the way that I am? Philosophers have digged at this question before, so I am not the only one. However I can't help but wonder. Why do I make the most idiotic choices? Why can't I just tell people how much I care about them? Why am I such a fucking hypocrite? I never feel like I'm doing the right thing, yet I constantly receive praise from others for being great. I was once an overachiever who saw a bright future. Why did the old me leave? How can I get her back?
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A compilation
RandomI know I have not written anything in such a long time, but I need a place to get things off my chest. Here lies a compilation of spurs of inspiration that I get in the middle of the night. Thank you for taking the time to read these.
