TerminallyClueless
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I think back to times I had a purpose, I felt I could do anything I put my mind to. I had this fantasy in my mind - I'd gather up the friends I'd come to have, set them up in a sweet little building - rent free. We would sit back and relax in the shared garden and giggle to no end.
I was 12 years old at the time and dreamy. Nowadays, I don't even have that to keep me company. All my dreams have evaporated, as if they never were, never have been.
I'm left with thoughts of a world gone crazy, of dog eat dog, of gaslit-to-no-end-people. Are we merely passing the time until - the inevitability?
I was 12 years old at the time and dreamy. Nowadays, I don't even have that to keep me company. All my dreams have evaporated, as if they never were, never have been.
I'm left with thoughts of a world gone crazy, of dog eat dog, of gaslit-to-no-end-people. Are we merely passing the time until - the inevitability?
