I'm trying to write out this short story and it fucking sucks.
I live in a constant conflict of interest.
How many times can something break before it becomes trash?
I am really fucking pissed at the moment.
Yet I feel that writing this and then reading it tomorrow will only anger me more.
There are days when I want everything to shut off and I just can't reach the switch.
If I'm not the one, then I'm just another one, so I would rather be no one to anyone at all.
I'm going to eat some tuna now.
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