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Day Naught. Change. We want you to change for the better. We value self improvement and self growth. We will support you and help you. Change. No way. We can't believe you changed. Who are you. We liked you better before. We don't like this new you.
You think you're better than us.

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Day 2523 Where do you go from here. You've got a lot to achieve and a long way to go. But it feels difficult at times and you just want to give up. We've gotten too comfortable with your life. Safe job. Safe house. Safe life.

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Day 2522 Don't you find it enjoyable. When it all comes together. The moment. The time. The feeling of greatness. Sike. We're all on the cusp of nothingness. Born to be forgotten. Our achievements lost to time. Left in the darkness.

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Day 2521 I feel clearer. I feel better. I feel slightly refreshed but honestly for the first time in a long time I don't feel shit or down in the dumps. I'm not sure what's different but I don't feel hazed and I just overall feel healthier. Earlier in the day I felt like shit, didn't sleep enough and was tired. When I got home from work same thing just tired. But now I don't know what changed. I just feel alive.

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Day 2521 Tiredness. I feel it in my bones. In my soul. From the core to the floor. The feeling of being out of it in the thick of it. Barely conscious. But there's no forgiving it. We all feel it. But there's no mercy toward it. No excuses or acceptance for not getting our 8 hours. Mocked for sleeping early but reprimand for our tired mistakes. Good ol' tiredness. You gotta hate it.

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Day 2520 So end of another week and another month. As cliche as it is time truly moves quickly. Like I can't tell you where the last 2 months went and we're approaching April like a muthafucker. Like how are we don't with Feb already when January dragged along so much.

It's bittersweet when time flies, like I'm happy for payday and the like but hate how quickly things move. I'm lost for time and can barely do feel productive. Is life simply just coasting me by.

Is it something you need to snap out of in order to do something real and serious. This weekend for the first time in ages felt productive/slow and all in the same breath past by quickly. It's all rather confusing this whole time concept.

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Day 2519 Sometimes, you just have to be big enough to say sorry. We get in our own little worlds and minds and we neglect everything else around us.

We, develop such a me Vs the world mentality and carry it everywhere with us. We can't see the grass from the trees. We can't see those who are willing to help us. Lift us. Carry us along the way. In the end it was I who achieved this feat.

Live. You know really live with those around you. Don't get upset or angry over petty shit. Really be the bigger man. Kill your ego, we really don't need that. Now I'm not saying be a pushover or be walked upon. But be kind to those you love, and admire. They're the only ones deserving of your kindness. So pucker down and admit defeat more often. You can't lose if they're sincerely happy.

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Day Naught. I hate being cold. Just be normal with me and I'll be normal back. It's not hard it's just decency. If you don't wanna talk then that's cool too just let me know. Stop putting me in this limbo of annoyance. Perhaps it's my fault. I have to cut off the world in order to save myself from being cut. Back to the fake smiles and hurried glances. You know what you lost. It's still somehow my fault.

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Day Naught.

Falling. I am But not like the way you think I am. Deep seated But spiriling out of control. Sinking deeper Into this abyss that I call my mind. Sprawling into darkness Forever loosing myself. I am. Falling.

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Day 2518 I honestly don't know what to write. I don't feel like writing. I just feel like lounging around doing nothing. I have no motivation for writing and expressing myself. I want to curl up and watch the office until I get sick of it. I want to feel warm inside my soul. I don't feel down or depressed. I'm feeling burnt out and I don't know why. Well I think I know why. I don't feel love. I don't feel lust. Maybe I am depressed and it's killing my desires. Why am I putting so much effort into others. I genuinely don't feel love from those who claim to do so. I should scale back and be appropriate. I don't know anymore how I'm supposed to live or act or be. I'm in love with love and I need it. Just don't turn out like me.

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