Tuesday, August 13, 2024

I have no interest in ever being in love again. It hasn’t ended in joy or fulfillment in anyway. Just mistreatment and no one ever admitting their faults. It’s immature ugly feelings.

It’s curbs all creativity to. Anyone that’s ever done anything great did it alone (except for dead moon)

That’s all

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