i'm starting to feel like the reason i love inception so much is because i would love to be able to wake up from this.
i don't know what i'm doing.
i don't know why i'm here.
i just want wooden floors in a one-bedroom apartment overlooking the city with a male white kitty named baby and mismatched furniture and lots of fresh fruit and vegetables in my fridge.
i don't know what i should do with myself anymore.
i'm tired.
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