It's a thing of the past. It's a new beginning. Only that I feel the same. It's as if I'm not evolving half as much as I should, as I deserve. I'm stuck in my own thoughts, without a way out. Sometimes I wish I could just get out of my own way, I wish I wasn't a burden to my own hope. I'm a pessimist, I've always been, but I love that of me, I don't repent it. Yes, it's because I avoid being disappointed, hence, hurt. This is what keeps me from being able to try. But I'm tired of this.
All I need is a huge leap of faith.
Can someone help me?
Anyone?

Soundtrack: meh... something.

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