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✮⋆˙ It sort of fascinates me how much i think of things.Like, i will spend hours upon hours building on a simple thought in my head wether  i'm doing that by writing it, planning it,or day dreaming about it.
These things will range me from desire of affection,to execution of a well-thought-out-joke,to what i want legacy to be when i die.
I spend so much of my time thinking about this shit. I do it like it's normal. I do it like every teenager has these same conversations in their head,when in reality, barely any of them probably even think at all.
Why is that i prefer my fantasies and daydreams over reality to the point i make time to dream more than i make time to live? i don't think it's a good thing.
oh, what the hell i know? nevermind.This is bullshit.