I’m going through a sixth (1/6) life crisis. School is stressful and I need more sleep and I just got All-State music and why am I suddenly feeling so much pressure. On top of that, my blog is supposed to be my happy place, but I’m really disliking my blog right now because I hate the way I write when I’m not thinking. It just sounds so trivial and immature. Now that my one pure, peaceful place has been tainted with horrible writing that I could delete, but probably won’t because the damage has been done, I go off looking for superficial encouragement and solace which is even more deprecating because I hate being needy and relying on others for comfort.


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