a train of thought - lost

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"Just my friends, sometimes they are, like, a noose around my neck. You now what I mean? It's like when you had the same friends for too long, they become like, like everything becomes cemented. I don't want to be a fucking concrete. Thank you very much. It seems like they won't let you.. Won't let you be any version of yourself except an old version that they want you to be.. And if they see you crawl out, they're very happy to drag you back in."

Weekend

3:18 p.m. - 2014-05-19