and soon it'll be 27.
fuck this, i'll miss prachit.
but i don't feel torn up that she'll be gone.
i feel fucking guilty as a result.

damn this, i miss the times when i cared so much,
'cause now i find myself not giving a damn.
& though i know i don't care.
i feel beat up about the fact that i don't care.
it's so contradictory.
i hate this.

tell me again why i'm bothering?
11:25 PM
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