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a merry gadabout, affection?
[musik: Snow Patrol - How To Be Dead]



it seems I've stepped over lines you've drawn again and again.

love the song, though it's not exactly a merry melody. i've got math and biology and art to do today, so i'll get started on that soon. today wasn't exactly the best day ever, but neither was it unbelievably bad. but i suppose if this keeps up, i'll just end up feeling dumpy for 5 days of my week. there's got to be more to living than this, i know it.

do i really need junior college? do i really need a doctorate? do i really want all that? i can't actually say yes to wanting it now. will i regret, just because people say i will? because i won't live how they would want me to live? i feel like questioning everything.

like whether it's god's fault that infants are born with defects. like whether society's idea of living is how i want to live. like whether i'm being silly and absolutely off my rocker because.

please take it easy, it can't all be my fault
i haven't made half the mistakes you've listed so far.

forget it?