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The More I Think About It, The Worse I'm Doing. I Suppose Cutting Out Stimulants At This Time Was A Bad
The more I think about it, the worse I'm doing. I suppose cutting out stimulants at this time was a bad idea
Edit: this was my 500th post. I just hit 100 back in like... September
More Posts from Perfection-is-an-opinion
~He's the kind of person to gift thoughtfully; mumbling something about it, "making him think of you." When you smile, he scoffs quickly as if to say, 'it's no big deal,' and just as quickly turns away to hide his own smile that your joy created~
-a poem of a new kind
~How can you tell me I'm overreacting? Do you tell a volcano that he is overreacting when he erupts seemingly with no warning? No, because he was created like that. So why am I overreacting, and he is doing what he was told?~
-a poem of a new kind
