I think I'm just broken at my core. No seriously. I understand how it sounds. "oH jErEmY dUmPeD mE aFtEr TwO wEeKs aNd bArBaRa cAlLeD mE a sLuT # brockenforever # depressesed 💔🥀😭😭" but no. I have tried so many things. I have been to therapists. I have been on medication. I have read so many articles and tried so many quick tips and self care routines. I had so many chances. So many choices. And yet I managed to screw all of it up from the very beginning. Why? Because I get bored. Because everything in my terrible little life has to be perfect to a t or i have a fucking breakdown the second i get a bit stressed. And then its all down hill from there. I have people who rely on me. Poor them. All i can ever do is let them down. And for what. I can't help them. I can't help myself. I can't even remember to feed the damn cat. Oh yeah. I adopted a cat.
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