Last night I had a dream where I was having a conversation with myself from a year ago. Past self was trying to figure out what happened to me. How I ended up like THIS. Why I gave up on all my dreams. How I really don't have a purpose. I couldn't come up with a solid answer. I woke up right after past me asked me this: Why am I okay with just surviving?
I get into the weirdest moods after things like that.
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