The Pointless Ponderings Of The Bored
My teenage angst has a death count.
What do you do when your life has become about being emotional equivalent of a bulldozer?
I've burnt every bridge I built. Not always because it was my fault. But still, this doesn't happen to everyone else so often.
I must be something special.
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