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do you ever have those times- a few days, maybe ? a couple weeks ? where the stars in your mind are unaligned and nothing seems right? i've got blackheads on my nose and black spots on my brain and black holes in my heart and nothing is right it should pass it always passes in like, a week. but until then i just feel like orion without his bow just kind of lost i don't know what to do because he asked me why i was sad today and it was a bit funny i just stared off for a minute before responding. a shrug. i dunno.. stress? no. stress makes me pick at my nails and have migraines but this is just... a dread nothing matters and it never will and same goes for us. i ******* hate philosophy.
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
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do you ever have those times- a few days, maybe ? a couple weeks ? where the stars in your mind are unaligned and nothing seems right? i've got blackheads on my nose and black spots on my brain and black holes in my heart and nothing is right it should pass it always passes in like, a week. but until then i just feel like orion without his bow just kind of lost i don't know what to do because he asked me why i was sad today and it was a bit funny i just stared off for a minute before responding. a shrug. i dunno.. stress? no. stress makes me pick at my nails and have migraines but this is just... a dread nothing matters and it never will and same goes for us. i ******* hate philosophy.
lj-brooks
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
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