I feel this horrible mix of self pity, frustration and melancholy that seems to just turn me into a raging attention whore. I know I'm doing it, (I'm doing it now even) and I don't like it, but I like not linking it. Schadenfreude. Except its not, becuase its the misfortune of self, not others.
The bleak reaslisation that your future is pretty
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