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i do not know why we do these things to each other.

our sentences lack all the proper meaning. we only say what we're feeling when we're feeling nothing at all and keep all the most important things we could ever think to say safe beneath guarded tongues. we are clever in all the wrong ways.

it's about how we do all the things we're expected to because to actually do what we want the most—the things that scare us—would mean having to take a risk. we might need to deal with the possibility that we have something to lose by doing nothing at all.

there is a complete certainty that we've gotten content in our loneliness—in our misery. we're stuck standing still, not at all responsible for the way we function, because even our hearts just keep beating because it's committed to memory—not because we make them. not because we want them to. we are incomplete in exactly the way we want to be.

if the fact that tomorrow never arrives because it's always today means that nothing can change then maybe the whole world has nothing to lose by letting ourselves stay this way. but i have more regrets than i care to consider, and the idea of never being able to make them right scares me. i often hope that even when i'm not moving that the world is still shifting and spinning taking me closer to where i'm supposed to be.

see, once upon a time, things were easier, but we were all different back then. we're not those people any more. we need to make ourselves change in all the right ways before it's too late.

but i still wonder if i'll ever know the reasons why we do such horrible things.