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It's 03.40. I've been lying wide awake in my bed for the last hour, contemplating my life and wondering where it all went so wrong. I promise I tried to be careful; I did what I thought I should've done and what was expected of me. The epitome of righteousness and maturity. I was adamant on constantly doing right by myself and the people in my life. Then, how the hell did I go oh so wrong? This is nothing new. I've felt this way for the last 5 years or so now, and I suspect I'll feel this way for 50 more. There has existed an insatiable need to feel fulfilled for as long as I have lived, and this void seems to grow bigger and deeper as more time passes. Every once so often, I thought I was close to saying goodbye to it, to finally having this need met and my thirst quenched. Now I know that that feeling has always been nothing but an illusion. Breadcrumbs, just enough hope to keep me going like a hamster on a wheel. Ironically, however, I've become more closed o...