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I am the ultimate anachronism. Out of touch and out of time.
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this is why i’m a bitch bri
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thoughts
I’m sick with myself. I fret and fret over the tiniest notions and always miss the bigger picture. It isn’t until I’m smack dab in the middle of a rainstorm that I realize the consistency of the clouds. I thought if we were in agreement then my problems would be solved. There’d be no more need for worry. But that isn’t the case. How can you actively play a part in your life for so long only to realize in one instance that you never had control over a single damn thing, and that you never will? There’s a reason why the timing is off, it’s because my clock ran out of batteries. I’m trying to reset it but I’m stuck in PM because when the stars are out and the sky is black and the earth is still… I realize just how lost I really am, and I never feel like leaving.
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