Class, prestige, love, the blackness, and the nothingness of it all. I'm appalled at how driven I am for these.. pursuits. Do I have have a heightened sense of self-importance to make up for my lack of appreciation for others? Then why else would I think that I am capable? I am confused and bewildered every time I think of myself. Sometimes, I am a fool, other times I am a genius. But underneath it all, there is alway this ghost of nothingness that haunts every single thought I do. Never really felt, but always present.
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