Nothing works anymore. Nothing makes any sense.

I can't reconcile myself to the fact that I feel so god-damn sorry for myself, when I have it all so good.
There doesn't seem to be anywhere else to go. But here, sitting alone in the dark. I wish I could let all of this seep out, I wish it didn't matter quite this much, I wish;
I wish I weren't so fucking selfish, and I wish I weren't so sad.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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