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I don't hate who I used to be. Moving forward would be so much easier if that were the case.

My problems were trivial, music was still relatable

I was passionate and ambitious. I had things to fight for, things to look forward to

I didn't just abandon a thesis. I abandoned a life style, I left friends behind. I had to forget everything I believed in. I became a lie, I grew jaded.

All I've ever wanted to do was escape. My whole life was based around getting away. My drive was seeing beyond the confines of societies norms, finding solace in the abandoned and defaced. Finding comfort in fear because friends gave me courage...

And now all I have to look forward to is my past, cause I'm not done with it yet. I want my life back....my new friends deserve a better me...not this unenthusiastic callous shell of a person moping around about who I was and how useless I am. 

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