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New and improved. It doesn't make sense. It can't be new and improved all at once. Nonetheless, it sounds nice. It's unrealistic. I'd like some new and improved. I'd like it with a side of make believe : / . And then my imagination takes over. Dreams. They seem new and improved. Or much worse.. but I'll put that one aside. I think I'm negative.

Why do you let it affect you? Why do you let it get to you? Why do you keep trying when you know that you'll fail? Why do you keep hurting yourself? Why do you even bother? Why? . . . I don't know. I can't explain. I don't want to explain. You won't understand. You just want facts. Facts on paper. I can't give you that. I can only give you little bits of emotion and pieces of thoughts. You won't get the whole one. It's up to you to piece them together. I can't do that for you. No. I can't turn it into words. I'll let you try. Go ahead. Get into my head. Take your answers, and leave. Please.