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we all want to blame something, or someone, for everything that goes wrong.
we all want to blame society, our parents, our siblings, anything or anyone, including ourselves.
and yeah, sometimes we're right, it is societies fault, it is our parents fault. It is our fault. sometimes. but we're wrong sometimes too. sometimes it's not anyone's fault. its not societies fault i feel unexplainably melancholy. its not my parents, not my brothers, not my friends, not the movie i was watching.
i just feel this way because maybe im depressed. maybe my brain has a chemical imbalance or something like that and i'm lacking serotonin. i coulnt tell you.
i couldnt even tell you what im feeling at all.
and as im writing this, in the ao3 post your work page at 1:30 am. i realize that this does nothing to improve the world or anyone reading it. it is simply an outlet for me because im feeling things that dont really make sense.
i realize this wont help the world. but it wont hurt it either.
so where does it go?
i suppose it goes in the little grey areas of somewhere. my memory? your memory? if you even remember reading this.
some things are simply out of our control.
im sorry