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Time changes things, but not everything.

Today you are a lost friend, a final phone call, or a change in habits away from yesterday. You could become everything you swore you’d never be at one point in your life. You could do things you told yourself you never would. Whatever your reasons were for all those decisions doesn’t matter now. This is your drunk attempt at life, smoke coming from your lips and nothing in your mind. You could have had everything, then have nothing at all but one thing will never change: You are alone.

You are alone and sometimes it’s fine, and sometimes it’s not. Who are you to matter amongst thousands of other insignificant things? No matter the validation there will always be a part of you that will wish to be seen, but only in the realest of times.

This is your drunk attempt at being. You’re all grown up. It’s time to face being alone.