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It's one of those times when I feel like throwing life and work away. One of those times that I know will be over but I always forget when it's gone. I don't want to be here, why are things so hard? Didn't I want them this way? Yes, I did.

I want to be a dreamer, I want to have a good life. I want to be the girl in the pictures with smiles everywhere. But see where we're going, I want, I want, I want.

I don't need any of that. I don't need it. I am stronger than stupid comparisons. I feel like I am in a place where animals are just dressed like animals.

Yet here I am again, like every other time, writing my frustration, feeling not worth it. Here I am again, old enemy of my youth, I remember you and I hate feeling you.