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i haven't wrote in awhile.
i miss when i used to write all the time.
but then you try to realize what are you writing for?
yourself or the desire to be cared about.
the desire for someone to give a fuck.
maybe it's a little bit of both.

"i want you to notice, when i'm not around..."

i'm so ready for a change.
this hard work is exhausting, and that makes me a halfass for saying.

currently listening to a playlist i made to think about someone i lost.
hence the creep reference above.

i have to work harder.
and in the end it will pay off.

that is if i don't die in a tragic death first...