I feel like I’m drowning in the inevitable burden of becoming an adult. Bills. Working. Going to school. Trying to make friends. Moving to a place I still don’t know anyone. My crippling self confidence. I hate complaining about it, but the way I look is ruining my ability to do anything. I quit smoking in march but I succumbed today and had a cigarette on my porch. It was a nice familiar feeling, but I also felt like I was eliminating my hard work. Nothing else feels that familiar, and it makes me miss everything before I moved. 


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