Unimportance

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You wonder why the world is so difficult to work with, but you push it to the back of your mind like it's an untrue myth.

You want to feel special, you want to feel like you have something to be proud of when you already have something to be.

You have a lot to be proud of already but yet you still need more reasons to be, you ungrateful son of a bitch.

I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just saying everything is true if you think about it.

But knowing you that would never be on your to-do list of things to do. You will just read this and gloss over it and forget a first thing in the morning.

So what is the point? What is the point in even doing what you're doing right now? Why does that have more priority than what I'm saying?

It's not like you're doing anything important anyway.

Yet this will still be at no convenience for you, will it? Well, I guess it's not my problem either if you like this or not.

I'm leaving this up to you to decide for yourself.

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