So I am sitting here, thinking, and I am slowly coming to realize that I am completely dependent on the one person who doesn't need me, not even a little. And that all these pills I'm taking are just chemicals, and that all the thoughts I'm thinking are just waiting to be dreams, and that all the words I'm typing will never matter, not even a little bit.
I wish I could write poetry sometimes, because I lack in anything interesting enough to fill this blog with. I want to change the world but every time I try God knocks me down a peg; irony at its' most ironic, I think.
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