January 30, 2012

I’m sixteen now. I’m wondering again, why even bother with connections? Nothing ever works, people always leave. If I’m going to die all alone, why live with anyone? I don’t know what to say, really.

I’m curious. I’m curious what will happen to me later in life, curious who I will lose my virginity to, I’m curious what my last meal I eat will be.

I wonder if I will ever stay in love after falling into it. Or if I’ll ever feel happy, or if I’ll ever stop [redacted].

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