This used to be everything that I loved about life. Who am I these days?
The older I get, the more pressure I feel to have everything figured out.
This idea only scares me, only exhausts me.
Some days I feel as though everything is an illusion, and I'll never be happy,
and everything I hope for is all a facade that will never be.

sleeping on mark's trampoline! tyson is cut-off. poo!
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