Mood: Iunno.

Every time I'm like "Wow, this is going pretty good." crushing realization and anxiety set in. I become on edge, doubting everything about the situation. My box of self consciousness unlocks and begins degrading any and all self esteem I may have built up. A neurotic chain of thoughts and scenarios run wild.

/sigh.

I guess no matter how much I change, or who I surround myself with.. It all goes back to one primal emotion.

Yeah, men are whores.

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