really?

Are my clothes becoming that which defines me? I'm starting to lose all sense of individuality. Every part of me seems to be taken from other people. Even this feels like its taken directly off of someone else. Are my dreams really my dreams? Are my goals really my goals? Humph, this is all a pointless post anyway, odds are that anyone who reads this will stop before they get this far. The only time I feel real, like my own person, is when I'm hanging out with Jenny and honestly, that scares me. What'll happen if we stop being good friends? Ugh, worthless rambling just makes me feel worse.

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