Life is just a dream.
A really bizarre and fucked-up dream.
Anymore, I don't even really feel like I'm living my life. I feel like it's playing out in front of my eyes. Each morning I have to take a few minutes to do a re-cap, asking myself: "Did that even really happen?"
I want to laugh hysterically right now and I want to cry at the same time. Do I
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