The more inhuman we became the more we understood each other as humans. Cameron Conaway
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I'm a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I'm lazy, yet I'm ambitious(naah...I'm just lazy I guess). I don't like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don't care, but I really do(atleast I think I do). I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I'm a conflicted contradiction. If I can't figure myself out, there's no way anyone else has...
^_^ How's Life..?
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stfu...
I wish people didn’t think silence was awkward, just enjoy it. Not every space has to be filled with words.
It’s not that I actually intend on doing it, it’s that I never expect my own actions. One minute I think I know who I am and what I believe in, the next I do some crazy shit I didn’t think I possibly had it in me to do. I don’t trust myself, or whomever it is in charge of my body nowadays.
...no exactly, and I can't do anything but stare as my whole world fall apart. No one can help me, and all I can do is stare blankly as the walls crashes down one after one. I am buried in my own thoughts, mind, and problems. I create even more problems in my head and it drives me crazy, it leaves me empty, non caring and on the edge of a breakdown all the fucking time.
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"Who cares? I won't be around much longer anyways."
alreadylost...
fightingpersonalshit
What do you do when the last thing you were holding onto walks away?
shadows...