It’s annoying how you can be so sure of things, or at least contempt in your head but still have this underlying feeling of confusion, uncertainty or longing for something.
That’s pretty much me right now. And I don’t know why.
Sure. I could list a bunch of possibilities, but I don’t know why!
I’m not angry about it at all, just got this weird empty-kinda feeling.
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