Another marathon weekend and the final stage can be cruel, liberating, and delusional. I spent quite a bit of time over past few days/nights pondering love. With all this thought, I'm pretty much still stuck at square one, as always and again. I'm trapped in a box I built, and I have no clue how to breakout. The passage of time is not making me see anything clearer ... fuck here I go again, probably.
I'll just do what I do ... I'll sink underneath the expectations and keep myself hidden.
i'm a faker
morning may crawl
fuck you
and fuck the universe
ah, etc.
fuck the universe
-- ryan adams --
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