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And so you find yourself unable to converse with your friends because you have nothing to say and when you try you come across like a miserable prick but the silence is deafening and you become aware once again just how fleeting and inconsequential things are. Days become weeks become months become nothing. Just wasted energy and, well, that's it. Another summer comes perpetually seeming shorter than the last and you wonder where it all goes and time is time and when you want none you have none and why do you go on when all you want to do is the opposite? Decisions, decisions..