I have so much to say, but I just keep deleting it.
I'm starting to feel like expressing myself is less worth my time than previously imagined. And it's definitely not worth the stress, sadness, or vulnerability.
This time I'm keeping quiet, because it's just not worth it. All of these things, people, and places don't seem to have the same lustre they once did.
For the most part, you can all go fuck yourselves. And unfortunately, unlike a post on xanga back in it's hey day, none of this is really meant for you four.
A fitting end to an epic of time wasted.
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from your biggest critic: you've wasted a lot less time than the rest of us, and i really mean that.
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