I’m not sure. I’m not sure what I’m doing. I’m not even sure what I’m writing here. Or what I want to write. Or what I want to do. All the things I thought I wanted to do, everything I love and dreamed about seems rather unimportant and if not unimportant, it just seems out of my grasp, or I feel indifferent to it. I don’t feel like doing it
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