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I'm usually so good at I'd edifying my feelings and addressing them with solutions, but I feel drustted with my constipation of action, change, conviction, strength, worthiness, direction, goals.

They are washing the melancholy from my city, leaving no cracks for me to hide in.

Soon it will be all condos, new leased cars and fusion restaurants.

This means that the rant you're reading right now has already been written on that list somewhere. It's not a new rant, I'm just checking it off the list. I'm technically plagiarizing.

It's mind breaking to learn that there is a finite amount of combinations, and not infinite, unless we create a new character or start adding emojis to..... 🦎🍖🥴🥴🥴👽

It is always been my favorite thing in life, when someone naturally comes up with their own motivation to want to touch me.

I thought these moments would last forever, that these people woykd stick around forever and always want to touch me, but they kept going away.

People came and went, but there was always someone who wanted to touch me.

Eventually, it became less and less frequent until it might have stopped. I can't be too sure when the frequency slows down so much that I dobt know if the last time, was the last time.

I put myself out there. Talk to new people, but there just isn't anyone who when I sit beside them, that you can feel their desire to be close. You actually feel so far apart.

The worst part about being so connected to what's happening in the world is finding out that everything I enjoy and everything I have to offer the world is already covered better by someone else.