I don’t know what to do. I don’t have a home. My house is not a home. I should be doing something good for myself, reading nonfiction or fiction, reading, learning something, studying, learning music theory, or, playing piano, practicing, doing sprints at the field, or lifting weights.

Why am I so lazy. Fuck me. I hate life.

No one wants to help.

Writing blog posts used to make me feel better.

No more.

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