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You're not gonna amount to anything in life. The dreams you let deceive aren't something you should believe. Nothing means a thing. Everything is just in your fixation of an imagination beyond compensation. "Unrealistic" You should listen, stop the flawless movement of your one track mind. How could you let yourself be so naive? You think you're so intelligent? Why can't you sell it? It's one thing to let yourself fall victim to your daydreams, but it's another to live in the fantasy. Let alone be the only person taking part while everyone watches you lose your sanity. (granted you haven't lost it already.) Do you ever stop to think? (or is that only over the small, careless things) Back to the original statement, do you really think you'll make it? If so, forgive me for saying what you need to see. (in all honesty I couldn't be more sorry, such pity, really) How could you let yourself believe such absurd things? Don't you think you would've learned as the years go? (you're delirious, helpless, you won't make it, but hey! fake it, be my guest)
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
I'm running out of options and I'm near an end of coping methods
You're not gonna amount to anything in life. The dreams you let deceive aren't something you should believe. Nothing means a thing. Everything is just in your fixation of an imagination beyond compensation. "Unrealistic" You should listen, stop the flawless movement of your one track mind. How could you let yourself be so naive? You think you're so intelligent? Why can't you sell it? It's one thing to let yourself fall victim to your daydreams, but it's another to live in the fantasy. Let alone be the only person taking part while everyone watches you lose your sanity. (granted you haven't lost it already.) Do you ever stop to think? (or is that only over the small, careless things) Back to the original statement, do you really think you'll make it? If so, forgive me for saying what you need to see. (in all honesty I couldn't be more sorry, such pity, really) How could you let yourself believe such absurd things? Don't you think you would've learned as the years go? (you're delirious, helpless, you won't make it, but hey! fake it, be my guest)
this is aimed at no one but myself this was a no edit, wrote as soon as you think type thing
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
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