I’m not alive.
I’m not sure what to do yet.
I’m not sure what I’m in.
I.. don’t know.
What to do the next.
What I am suppose to do.
Is there something that I’m suppose to do?
I.
I hate that I don’t.
I hate that I.
This frustration.
This.. thing.
This confusion.
Whatever it is.
I..
I’m so motivated.
But.
I don’t know.
I am so unsure what to do yet.
I am not dead.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
I’m not alive.
I’m not sure what to do yet.
I’m not sure what I’m in.
I.. don’t know.
What to do the next.
What I am suppose to do.
Is there something that I’m suppose to do?
I.
I hate that I don’t.
I hate that I.
This frustration.
This.. thing.
This confusion.
Whatever it is.
I..
I’m so motivated.
But.
I don’t know.
I am so unsure what to do yet.
I am not dead.
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