Blah blah blah, self loathing, blah blah blah, ramblings, blah blah blah, self loathing.

Repeat.

I'm fine. Turns out all I have to do is.. actually, I don't know. But seriously, I'm fine. As long as I don't think too much about anything. It's like.. you know what, never mind.

Blah blah blah, further self-realization, blah blah blah epiphanies, blah blah blah, more epiphanies.

Fuck grand statements. I don't even know why I'm sharing this with the world. Geez.