I look around my room, and everything is meaningless.. Posters, bed, cupboard, perfume, candle, book, drawing, clothes...... And I look up at my big red clock and watch the seconds tick by.
things aren't meaningless- they just cannot make us happy all on their own, especially if we don't appreciate them. (not saying you don't just making a cliche statement)
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*hugs* feel better okay?
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Thanks.
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