I wish we knew who we're supposed to spend the rest of our lives with. But I guess that would take out the mystery, and surprise out of life. Sometimes easier is not always better.
Is it better to have a good friend, or a good lover?
No one said it would be easy.
I'm falling apart, and I don't know why. I know why. Because I can't stand up for myself.
24, and directionless. That feels about right.
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