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I have no idea what I may end up as. Alone and bitter? I don't know. All I know, now, is that I'm changing. Everyday. Every single day now. Every single thing that happened and happening is somehow in some way, teaching me something. I may not know what it is exactly. And I don't even know whether it is good or bad.  I don't know. I'm just pretty messed up right in the head. And my emotion. And pretty much almost everything that I used to be so sure I had in me. I don't know. I just don't. Not any more.