Sometimes, I think. Not intentionally , I just- do. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would wish to think. I don’t know clearly why I am writing this, it’s awfully abstract. I am not sure why I am even writing at this moment, for it’s a waste of time surely. I could be doing better things, yet I am here, writing in a doc. Things I could be doing? Almost anything but this.. Which is strange. If I could be doing anything, why am I doing this? I’m still doing this, and this is awfully confusing..
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