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I have a lot of things. But I don’t have the choices for things and what to do with the things in my feelings or the worms in my decisions.
I think that got poetic and disgusting for a second accidentally. I just meant to be inarticulate while saying that I need someone to talk to.
But I’ll probably go to sleep now and then ignore everyone while I’m gone for the next three days.
ask me things. I want to tell you things.








