I still couldn't figure out what I'm interested in.
Either that, or it's just things that people doesn't want to make me interested in.
Or it's just my sloth.
I'm tired of not being myself, feeling restricted from many things.
I've realised that I'm thinking about irony complications of certain things, then my head start to throb, my body starts to fail me, becoming physically and mentally tired.
I know it's stupid.
But who can i choose to talk to?
Maybe a chat with my other self, in silence.
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