i feel sick of my existance. there's kind of this inadequate feeling that's pulling at my throat recently, uncomfortable but certain. it's similar to the emotion when i dwell on one of my regrets, only it's in thoughts about the future rather than what's happened, already. i look around at all of these people who stare at and mock me and all i can muster up is i bit of sadness. not because i'm the center of an attention of disgust but because of the misjudgement that the greater of humanity assumes.
i don't feel like finishing these thoughts....
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