M a l a g a s y

M a l a g a s y

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I’m fucking up. I feel it and I know it’s true, but my fear keeps me here. How did I even get here. I have somehow gotten myself falling into an empty life. I’m so caught up in pretending that I have lost all the parts of me that made me feel real. I don’t even know myself anymore. Who is this reckless person who does all the tired things I do. I can’t talk about this with anyone…I can see it on their faces. “There’s DJ up to his same old tricks”.

Why do i let people walk right into my life, fuck everything up, and just walk out..