I suppose I complain because I want you to care. I can't continue like this, it's pathetic. It's time to stop, and to battle with reality.
I have so much passion and so much energy to fling myself into art and creativity and an outgoing attitude, but that same passion and energy is also used to hurl myself into deep, genuine, fiery hatred directed towards my very core, burning and twisting it into unhappy deformation. Is it worth it? Sometimes I don't know.
I miss those days.
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