Most Wanted.

The way I feel is sort of how an old person must feel looking at a playground.

Knowing that they had that feeling once before, but realizing the joy belongs to someone else. It's almost pointless for me to spill out what or how I feel because I understand that I do not have a complete grasp of my own emotions. I don't expect anyone else to understand them either.

It's kind of like what Lil' Wayne said: “If you understand me, then you got the upper hand on me, because I don’t understand me.”

I try not to want things that I can't have. Envy is a terrible mind-state to be in. It's so hard though when what you want gets dangled in front of your face, slightly beyond your reach.

The feeling of being in-between is the worst.

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