So a year goes by and I haven't moved an inch. Sure, circumstances are different, but the problem is still the same. Of course, my disguise is working well enough. I can hide most of these things and seal them safely inside.
Every time I write one these things, I feel bad, like I'm begging for sympathy. Everyone has problems, but no one seems to take things so seriously. I've known this for quite some time, but this knowledge has done nothing for my situation. Instead, this fact has made me feel truly worse, because I feel terrible over what everyone else seems to be fine with, and I can't do anything about it. I don't know. I just can't tell. I may become unreasonable soon. I have been unreasonable.
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Listen to This:
- Daniel Renquist
- This is just another new thing that's become old. If you're reading this, then you must be very determined indeed. But I digress. This is where I pour out what cannot be said anywhere else. Sometimes, this can be a little depressing or foolish, so bear with me.
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