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We're all a little broken. We're all a little twisted. We're all less than we could be or want to be.
I don’t really know if this refers to my goals in life or the little movies my brain projects in my sleep. I guess it doesn’t really matter. To my future nonexistent dreams: good luck. At this point, all I want is to be happy, so I hope I succeed. To the dreams in my mind: stop being so fucked up all the time so I can figure something out about myself.
love?
me.