Yeah, so i saw something and became a little rash. I lost all of my composure and just let my emotions continue my work.
It was my fault. I thought i had already given up, apparently i had not. A little competition is enough to bring me back to that sad and pathetic state.
I hate this. I really hate it. Prey to what i've built up myself - my feelings.
I must never allow myself to run wild again. I'll never be touched. Ever.
It was my fault. I thought i had already given up, apparently i had not. A little competition is enough to bring me back to that sad and pathetic state.
I hate this. I really hate it. Prey to what i've built up myself - my feelings.
I must never allow myself to run wild again. I'll never be touched. Ever.
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