Pretty sure you hit a new low when you sniff Sharpie's for the high.
I wish I understood myself. I need to stop caring about what other people think about me or want me to do. If I could do anything, what would I do? Sleep. Not participate in life.
So... hi. You know who you are, stalking me so diligently. I'm trying to figure out my life. Trying new things. Letting go of other things.
I've learned not to judge a book by it's cover. No one is perfect, and people usually have a reason behind what they do. So before you think you know what's best for someone in their situation, stop and remember that you have your own problems to deal with.
I'm tired. Night.
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