and i guess i didn't really matter.
everything seems more depressing somehow,
maybe because everything out there seems so much more happening.
I live a different life.
with different people,
different environments,
have different stories.
so that makes me that much more different.
but i guess at the end of the day,
we are still all the same.
we hurt,
we cheer,
we laugh,
we cry.
we just do it differently.
because we're all different.
i think i just need to sleep.
sleep lets me stop thinking for a while.
and i really need that.
at least for the coming days.
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