it's not the pain that scares, it's the thought that i enjoy feeling damaged. i don't want to feel this way. why can't my thoughts just be quieter, it's such a pretty day outside

god i sound so fucking edgy right now

why can't i just feel how i feel without making fun of myself for not doing it right. if i were giving advice to someone else i wouldnt be doing this

my brain feels like its leaking battery acid

everyone else walks home alone from school, why does it mess with me so much? why won't my brain let me live. why are my thoughts so loud

does everyone feel this way? i dont want to know the answer. maybe i feel a sick twisted sense of approval in being the only sad person ever. king of the world by being at the bottom like up spitefully

yeah whatever, who gives a shit. im just being over dramatic i think. things are good i think.

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