03 december 1999 |
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there's so much that nobody knows about me, so much that i am scared to even write down, for fear that it would be finally admitting what a fuck-up i can be.
seriously.
i feel like my life is in shambles, or could be -- if i just took one wrong step, if i just made one faulty move.
left, not right. there, not here. up, wait, no. shit. down.
and it's probably nothing. it's probably all in my head, but what if it's not? how do you know anything for sure?
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