Why
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Why is it that the backbone of my mind is the weakest part. The very core that is meant to support me makes me crumble. Gosh am i really righting this, my thoughts processed into 'formal' language? I've had enough of it, i'm sick of having to do this. Im going to be honest. I have a very low amount of strengths to me, my weaknesses are way more than i was hoping for, but then again, maybe im just chaoticly unaware of my talents. Is that even a word? I dont know, and quite frankly couldnt care. I want to be a graphic designer, i want to travel world and take photographs, i want to have my own apartment. But guess what kiddo! YOU CANT HAVE EVERYTHING YOU WANT. why? why do stupid things happen to stupid people. Cant we just be left alone?
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