There are only a few things in life that really mean anything to
me. Summer, good food, reading, her, long talks,
sleep. Other than that, I kind of feel like there's really no
point. In life. In breathing. In existence. So, basically I'm
just wondering if this is it. Is this all there is to life? This is
not what I wanted. None of it. I wish I could go back to when I was
younger. Everything was happy, perfect. I didn't question these
things. I didn't realize that life was really meaningless.
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