I’m both empty and full of pain at the same time. It leaves me thinking that I don’t know anything. The thought is on repeat. Why am I sad? I don’t know. What do I want? I don’t know. Do I want to change? Yes. No, because then I would, right? I don’t know. Am I not asking the right questions? What am I doing wrong? Why isn’t this life working for me?
I just don’t fucking know, and it’s tearing me up inside.
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