Has anyone here ever had a clinging thought that they're not as special as they thought they were, that the only thing they're really good for (and even then, what's the point) is harvesting memes and sharing them at convenient times? Idk I just feel like people talk to me for the sake of talking to me and don't find me particularly interesting, and it's really discouraging but I'm just being dumb because I'm just doubting myself, but one second of doubt is all it can take to crumble years of knowledge and surety.
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cluttered book thingy
De TodoI had some logs published in my book "Just... Thinking", but I decided that I should make a book out of it. The logs will consist of the following: VERY cluttered thoughts, sad thoughts, possibly stories, and much venting. If any of those appeal to...
