At times I feel like my life is too boring so I envy people's problems which is pretty sick in itself.
But then I remember my own problems that I don't want to deal with. Hence forth the little boxes,boxes of crap I cannot go through.The nights,hospital visits,lost friendships due to myself,the boys(how gay)These boxes I can never open for they are stacked and it would lead to a jenga.
Other people's problems seem more appealing.This probably makes me a good friend at times.It's my distraction. But it's the emotional input that will fuck me over and for that I worry.
I can only try.......
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