This might resonate with a lot of you. The whole, I fear oblivion as Augustus from TFIO said. In my case, it's simpler than that. After having morphed into an actual sloth and having lost all ambition to be a force this world would have admired and loved, I just want my friends to continue to like me.
It sounds pathetic, doesn't it? But I can't help it. They're the only people I've met who like me for who I am. When I miss out on a party, it's difficult telling yourself friends don't stop being friends because you couldn't attend one party. It's childish. I'm 24 and I'm still vying for my friends love. Sigh, I like them and I want them to continue liking me.
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4 am Revelations.
De TodoI have desires and thoughts that I don't want reverberating in my head alone.
