Dear, Outside
It's funny how I really only ever see the inside of my room. I come every now and again but i really only see the inside of four walls amd two floor depending on how you stand. I've grow to fit perfectly inside my small wprld and the sad part is I feel as if there is no gravity. There is nothing to pull me put or even really up. That's what gravity is, pulling something towards something else. This world, this sliver plater of a world I sit upon has no gravity. "Fix it." I use to say that at the end of the day you are left by yourself and if you don't like it change it. How? How do you change something when the outside looks worse. What happens when I leave my little world? People are out there and i have no interest in what they have to say. False. I care I just don't know what to say back. Maybe its the same thing. I know my problem and I know what's wrong it's just it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
Sincerely, problems to small.
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