in two months I’ll be 23, and I really don’t want to. time doesn’t give me a choice here - I’m born and I’m bound to the unwritten contract; aging until I’m gone. I wonder why it pains me so.
I lack the words to articulate my feelings here, as seems to be the case with what I think of most things at the moment. forever slipping in and out of a capacity to be and act in ways I understand. <<
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