You can cut your hair off, and you can get more tattoos, and you can lose weight, and you can even get more piercings if you want. You can change jobs, and you can change apartments. You can hide yourself away here, and you can write until your hands are covered in ink, and you can blog so much vagueness. You can buy all the cute dresses and all the expensive makeup if you think it'll help. You can take all the stupid perfectly-posed selfies you want and paste them all over the Internet. You can stay up as late as possible, and you can get up early enough to watch the sun rise from your balcony. You can work out until you want to collapse, and you can walk for hours and hours with music on to drown everything out. You can smoke until your lungs hurt and you can drink yourself into oblivion.
But it's not going to do a fucking thing.
Nothing will change. There will be no grand epiphanies, no sudden realizations. There are no time machines, and you cannot fix this.
You are not going to get what you want.
Grow the fuck up. Be better than this.
...I need to be so much better than this.
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