Blah Blah Blah

“I need another story

Something to get off my chest

My life gets kinda boring

Need something that I can confess.”

Not many other song lyrics could more accurately describe my life as of this minute. I feel like everything I can think to say in a post, I have already said at least once. if not more times in the past.

Tell me again, why I was in such a rush to grow up when I was little? I was so young and naive and I wish I had known better.

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