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i have like no motivation to write dude...

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my thoughts eat at me every night and day, threatening to consume who i once was and leave a hollow hole of who was once me.
          
          happiness?  no.  something must of happened to ruin it for me.
          
          sadness?  no.  I feel a burst of excitement now for an unknown reason.
          
          love?  no.  the moment I feel it things turn south, people getting hurt.  maybe I shouldn't just love at all.
          
          anger?  no.  it's just me not thinking before acting I suppose.
          
          thoughts?  boring.
          bland
          null
          dull
          nothing but a blank slate
          empty
          disappointing
          *imagination is the limit.*
          
          but if they're just imagination, why does your body think of real life scenarios that will never happen?  imagination runs wild.  you can think about anything, and you can see it right before your eyes.  Hungry?  just think of an apple, and the apple will appear in your hand.
          
          pencil? sure.
          your phone?  yeah.
          *your comfort characters?* totally.
          
          i'm not announcing this.
          hi to people that look through the conversations tab on this platform.
          this is my 4am vent/rant

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working on chapters right now sorry for the long hiatus
          i am burned out my senior year has been kicking me in the ass right now
          I learned about a week ago that one of my teachers outright admitted that she doesn't like me even though I pay attention in her class and it's been draining me since