“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”— Sylvia Plath
kinda pathetic how much i care about ppl that probably forget i exist
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why do i always think ive messed up? its so fucking irrational.
i hear people talking in another room, and my brain goes into panic mode. like did i do something to upset them? am i in trouble? are they talking shit about me?
it makes no sense, what the actual fuck
no thoughts. head empty.
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