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Feeling insecure today.


Earlier on I was reading blogs; my brother told me not too he says it’s like a drug. I blured. “Reading about other people lives makes you want to be part of it” I somehow agree in mind. Looking at photos of people, out having the time of their life while, I’m in front of the desk wishing i was there.

It’s like another direct term for the word “sadist”.

Realizing everyday waking up, feeling kinda wasted. I don’t see myself having more fun than last time. I used to have much fun, dress up, hanging out at friend house, have a little drink once in a while, dance unconsciously, out in streets photographing, thought of crazy and silly ideas. Had tons of friends, all out together laughing and giggling away. Shop till I complain. Listen to the genre of music which I’ve stop already.
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The question is what happened?