This is pretty much just my suicidal/depressed thoughts of when I randomly compare myself to objects at 2am -there may be some exceptions though-
I don't really expect anyone to read this so yah :D
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Being Okay with everything that has happened is considered as the right choice. But, I don't wanna be known as someone who made the right choice this time. So, let me be not okay. I can't be okay anymore.
And fun fact? I don't want to.