I realize that angst is lame. But bear with me for a paragraph or so.
I'm tired of being surrounded by friends and feeling lonely. I'm tired of being in a mood I think needs constant explaining or constant justification. I'm tired of writing sad poems and soft wistful prose since it all scans to cliche anyway. I'm tired of missing my dead best friend. I'm tired of believing in God, because on nights like this I think I should, and that I should have done more with my life up to this point and have somehow thro
bah, hell with it.
I wish I would just grow up. I want this now more than ever. Perhaps that's the first step.
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