I need like, something big. Everything is small. My life is small. I need something big, in life, to make things amazing. I need miraculous, astounding, beautiful, bombastic, calamatic, gigantic. I need profound.

What is this even.

I am small.

I am small.

This is what it became.

When?

No one notified me.

It never stops.

Writing a conclusion is harder than it used to be. It just is. Trust me. It used to come naturally. The laws of English have changed. It’s not me.

Sorry.

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