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Thoughts racing through my mind,
Though I can't seem to track a single one down.
I have a never ending task list,
But haven't done a single thing.
There may be something wrong with me.

Strong desires to fuck shit up.
Just to bring excitement to my life.
It seems to me that nothing changes in my life,
In much more ways than just one.
Why can't I sit still for just one moment.

I can't seem to figure things out.
It bothers me.
I've always been so good at that.
But now, I don't even know what I'm thinking.
I feel like an idiot.

Everything I just wrote is terrible.
None of it makes sense.
Another testament to what I'm feeling.
I'll probably be okay...
Someday.