Fucked up week. Seriously.
For the past week I’ve been returning home really late, starving myself by skipping breakfasts and dinners, really need a break.
So much conflicting feelings, a perpetual lack of sleep, and drowning in buckets of pessimism. Occasionally feeling abandoned, or feeling like nobody understands, or else I’m feeling like I owe the world something. And I can’t find anybody to really talk to.
My dad successfully jolted me back into reality by jamming the breaks in the middle of the expressway.
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