There's not enough space.
Shut up, just. Shut up.
Pathetic yelps. I smile a lot less.
Is this what they call as "growing up"?
A nice long sleep on my bed. That's all I want.
Overcoming the trauma of metamorphosis.
The slow transition into an ugly brew. A lifelong battle with oneself.
I want this but I should do this. Blergh.
"Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do. Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute."
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