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went urban exploring today

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do not be afraid

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it's really hard feeling different to everybody else

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dark angels

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hi-res click dat shit

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HI-RES BITCHES

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hi-res

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high-definition ye ye ye

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some vague philosophical shit from a tumblr you forgot existed

life is such a hard thing to get your head around

I've tried to find inner peace (and succeeded for a little while) but it only leaves me contented, it's almost boring.

at the same time I don't enjoy feeling discontented and sad, but feeling that kind of pain almost reminds you you're alive, makes you happier when the good times come. but good and bad seem like nothing in the end if they're only temporary, and often they are

I want people who are there with me through it all (I have a few but not many). but I did have people like that and I threw them away because I didn't have enough excitement in my life

I like to think of myself as being above superficiality and cheap thrills but in the end I still push away a lot of very genuine people in pursuit of a life lived getting wrecked every night and coming home to cry for nights on end

it's not enjoyable but I feel like I've somehow picked up the idea that it's right to seek thrills constantly, like if I'm not partying constantly then I'm not 'living life to the full'... but what sort of life is that?

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say in this post... I guess I'm trying to say, life is confusing and often shit and unfulfilling, but it's so amazing too.

Anyone else feel this way?

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