I just feel like I'm living my life, just for the hell of it. There's no spice to it at all. I'm weird. Sometimes I don't understand the things i do. I make such an idiot of myself. When I think about it, I just think of how humiliating it was. why do i do these things?
I wish i had my memory erased.
No one can fucking make me happy. no one can fucking cheer me up.
no body.
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