I hate this.
I think I just grew up and figured out that this is the way life will feel from now on.
Summer, spring, winter, fall I want those times back then they were all the same. When they were the same monotonous thing all melted together, and you couldn't tell one from the other.
That is better then the constant shift of emotion now, ups and downs and no middles.
Time used to be all squished together, all the same no point ending or beginning. A line. A constant down.
But I knew what to expect.
Its just endings now and forced beginnings. And a general acceptation that everything I ever wanted, wished, or hoped for is just as fake as the rest of this pathetic place.
Sentiments mean nothing. Keep them they'l do me no good anymore.
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