My imagination is only capable of living freely in my dreams. This and that. Here and there. Only in my head.

I’m struggling…to live. How hard is it to live? It’s pretty hard to live when the only place you do it is inside your mind.

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Someone hit my parked car. That’s the second time. In the same spot. It’s not that bad this time. Just a big scrape. No note. What is wrong with people?

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My mind is weak.