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everyday is a shitty day to be honest. It just sometimes i'm too tired to give a fuck and let it be.

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I spent years at my old school. hanging out with my friends, I'm practically raised with them. all of us, together. and i justified it as the reason why i feel weird about parting ways, no longer together trying our best to figure out what is the answer for the question number 13 of our math class. no more double triple underlined lines, badly highlighted words as we try our best to remember dates and name of historian in history class. because they've been with me for years, and suddenly they don't. suddenly they are someone who lives i know from text or update from the social media.

Yet it's the same way before this too. I had been trying my best to forget my childhood friends too. Maybe one day I will voice out the truth out loud, admitting the facts that have always been there. I always miss something way too late. Miss them when the only thing I caught is a glimpse of their silhouette as their turn away from me.

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why for the love of god I found myself here again?

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suddenly have the sudden urge to do this.

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because in the end of the day, I should at least have myself by my side.

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my place.

i decided to open this so that i could write what i want. There's a big chance people won't see this, and I'm going to take this oh-so called opportunity.