Hm. So many thoughts, racing like those hot wheels you played with as a kid.What is good or bad? Can’t you be born tabula rasa as that guy once said? I sure as heck think so. Juice is a sweet poison, and friends are few and far for me. Maybe I try too much? Maybe I try too little? Who do I need to be good enough for? My parents? My teachers? My friends? Myself?... Why does 5 minutes of sleep feel like floating in heaven for 7 hours, but 7 hours feels like a rude 2 minutes in hell? What makes me different? Why do I need happiness in the future when I should just be happy NOW. Haha waaaay easier said than done...
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