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Her mood is at a higher octave, singing joyously and optimistically looking toward the future.
It still stings how you've moved on like I never meant anything to you. It stings how immediately after our fallout you were making friends and doting on others. It really stings how you came back and wanted to reconnect, but then distance followed soon after.
She doesn't want to instigate the madness anymore. She wishes to forget it all and start anew, only instigating a friendship of fun, happiness, and love.
She has a mighty need for excellence within herself. A mighty need to impress those she admires, the ones who've made an impact. A mighty need to feel recognized and saved from her isolation and lack of self-worth.
In a silence so deafening, she hears nothing but her own thoughts: loud and clear. Thoughts of the past, she hears the voice of her old friend, and longs to hear the voice once more.
They say there are many options in life, but for who? The privileged? Because that's what it looks like. Not everyone has options. Some are confined to their situation.
I've had enough. Everything is bullshit. People work hard for so long and still it's not good enough for society. They'll tell you that you're not good enough even for basic human needs, human rights. What kind of world is this? It truly saddens me.
shallow like one end of a pool. like my mind. filled merely with useless surface knowledge. nothing to offer. life sucking me dry. until shallow becomes empty.