who knows.
6:06 p.m.

i have no friends but my writing. but i don;t even understand that. i don't understand how peopls emtions can change so much.. and ho wyou can be so high on life then the next moment your depressed. i dont understand the world and why i was picked to live on it? or ami just a mistake?

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