like somethings been taken off my back. it feels good.

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modmad:

Only now I keep forgetting where I put them

and I keep running into him all over the joint

and it’s like

Clooney

Clooney pls

Clooney wat r u doin

Clooney why

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Thousand Foot Krutch makes everything better

Was there even any point to it all? Any end? I still am locked in a form of limbo, not knowing who i am, what i want. I have no goals, no ambitions, and personally it scares me. I keep trying to backtrack to find the source of why i feel so…..dead inside. And where have i to turn when i need comfort? I feel like i don’t even know the people i believed i did. Maybe I was blinded by my need for comfort. Either they seem far less mature, like they’ve been hiding, overdramatizing or something else. While I understand the cold in my hands, my bloodflow issue, I’m starting to question why i never feel warmth anymore. Never a decent temperature. Just ice. Solid, marble. My body temperature isn’t the only issue. My mind itself  im questioning lately. Its like recently its obtained a form of…..on/off switch i guess. When something becomes to unbearable, i just shut down, shut it out. It’s like i cant focus anymore. I cant deal with anymore than ive been dealt. It worries me cuz i have a fairly long life ahead of me, how will i deal with issues down the road? The world feels shut off from me, and without good reason i dont see why i shouldnt let it continue. Its like i have a constant tunnel vision. I need a way out, i need to know which way the surface is. Im swimming in circles. My lungs are collapsing. And i cant see the light anywhere…

ask box is set up

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