...the feeling of being lost, of nothing to look forward to. Haven't felt that in a while and now i'm agitated, anxious. it's getting out of control. everything is.
+listening to: nothing
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BUILDING A FAKE FUTURE, IN HOPES THAT THE REAL FUTURE WILL SHOW UP TO MATE WITH IT
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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
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