but these stories don't mean anything when you've got no one to tell them toTonight, as I was standing out on the balcony having my last cigarette of the night I realized something and it really hit me: My life is all about me.
When this thought first occurred, I felt very lonely. Then I felt very selfish. Maybe it is time to stop living life only for myself. Doesn't it get terribly boring if all I can ever relate to people is about myself?
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