that make me question my decision to hoard my psychological and emotional flaws like a sleek, greedy dragon curled around islands of flat, round gold.
I guess I don't understand myself as well as I thought I did. Although that very notion is absurd and incredibly foreign, because really, how can someone not understand oneself? I am the person I know best, it does not follow that I cannot know myself. I don't know anyone, with that logic.
Life is frustrating. And I have so many plans but I lack lasting motivation. The future is murky and I really cannot function without a fucking checklist. How am I supposed to make a list if people keep changing their minds around me? How can I build a foundation for myself if my building blocks keep trying to slink away?
My dad called me a senior screw-up today. Nice. Right? It's alliteration, so it must be true.
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the "-up" makes it faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalse
also, sirry vik, you know me better than you know yourself :3
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