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I'm so confused, frustrated and lost. I fear so much but don't really give a fuck equally. I can't think, I can't read, concentrate? Absolutely not.

Why am I typing this shit out?

I'm too torn between worlds to know anything, I feel so empty.

I just need some money. Really, that's it, it always is. You really can buy it all, it's required, everything is tagged. In the end you'll never get a good deal either.