It has been... quite a time since I wrote on this shit...
Ngl, twas edgy and cringe shit when I think about it now.
But that just proves my point in "time changes a person"... Or that just sounds like a damn excuse to shy the reason away.
Grown wiser... Or maybe coping.
My past shit is... quite embarrassing for me to admit.
I have no idea what the fuck was I on that part of the past?
Cuz god damn...
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But still coping.
Ever had that feeling where you are just at that one point in life where you suddenly gain a rush of memories in the past; almost seemingly too fresh in your mind to forget? Having that shit recently.
And being an emotional young youthful lazy dumbass, i think it might be that reason for it.
Shit like this reminds me that I'm still growing... Most of us are? We all have our shit to fix. Troubles to overcome, and walls to break down and move forward.
Like my attitude of shit.
There are... many mistakes I wanna fix in the past self. And more wishes and dreams really had me thinking on that...
I know its bad to be stuck on the past, but... I dont fucking know when I can move forward from this. Im a grown up fucking person, still acting like a child
Perhaps its the way of my livelihood being restricted and dependent in some things... I hate it, yet I cant part from it.
Might seem weird and really damn disturbing to show this to others but... This is just my way of venting my frustrations out. Using the internet.
Any other way, it would bring attention. Unwanted attention, yet i crave for it... Attention to me, but I do not want attention.
A mishmash combination of confusion and a set of drugs...
Anyhow, this might just be life. A way of life for me... I hate it though. Stagnant piece of shit.
Apologies? Wasted. Opporunities? Wasted. Chances? Wasted. Doing it right? Wasted. Giving a chance? ...Unforgiven.
Im just writing random nonsense here... Or maybe not. Its just a matter of perspective.
Or its just that meds I'm taking. Idk? And I dont seem to care.
This has just been, UL22 doing random shit. As he contemplates the his past life and self. Coping in grief and regret.
