• hoboless parks are a sign that they sleep on the steets. this place is small but so am i. starting to hate new people because too much hope gets vested in them. and shit, i'm done being "the incredible sulk." i have too many friends and not enough enemies. there's nothing to be saved from and i don't know anything else. it's making me insecure as hell. fifteen is better than fourteen but not by much. i'm still clueless.

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