This week is horrible.
Good days, horrible afternoons and nights.
I hate what has happened lately. What I've done, why I had to do what I did.
I hate that I'm becoming insanely full of myself.
I hate that I'm becoming so desperate for attention. What the hell happened?
Good days, horrible afternoons and nights.
I hate what has happened lately. What I've done, why I had to do what I did.
I hate that I'm becoming insanely full of myself.
I hate that I'm becoming so desperate for attention. What the hell happened?
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