I think about my life and I see the same. I’ve used drugs and behaviours as my pads and they work for awhile, then I am scraping along on the floor again

I guess life is full of bumps and scrapes that I can’t slide by and trying to slide has made me a less filled out human. This makes me sad. I have tears welling up in me now. Too late, I am left with undeveloped clay.

I better start molding.

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