I reject this concept of quarter life crisis.
I think I'm going to let myself be angry.
Let myself fall off.
Dig a me shaped hole and rot there for a while.
WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I PUT ON A SMILE FOR YOU?
And then I'll go really far away and forget about all of this bullshit that I've somehow convinced myself is worth the misery.
IT'S NOT.
I'm going to turn off all the speculation that builds in the silence.
It's not real! IT'S NOT REAL!
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