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Scattered thoughts of a therapy session.
Sometimes I feel like there's no point in living and letting things play out.
There's nothing that I want to be, there's no one I look forward to seeing, it's all so momentary.
I feel like depending on how I am emotionally it changes who I am personality wise.
As though I'm so overcome with the feeling I just act accordingly, without much thought.
Sometimes I'll be having a panic attack but it's so suppressed Its not noticeable.
I won't be able to breathe properly and I'll feel faint and lost, but it won't show outwardly or at least no one reacts to it.
I've done bad things but I know that doesn't make me a bad person.
I understand that but I still feel plagued by the horrible guilt for my actions.
Then there are moments where I love myself, I'm confident and fine.
Then I switch and all of a sudden i hate the way I look.
Though I know I look fine.
I don't want to be me.
Not truly.
I want to be in a place where no one knows me and I'm completely new.
I have these moments where I feel crazy.
I feel so mentally scattered, my thoughts are all over the place, yet at the same time Im thinking nothing.
It feels almost like an itch.
I'm so jumpy and scared, I either want to cry or scream.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
