Im a wreck

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When people ask me how I'm doing, I want to tell them to imagine a semi crashing into a Prius and smashing it to bits and after they say okay, I'd tell them I'm in the Prius and the semi is Reality/Depression/My insecurities and and no ambulances or police come to save me because they all just assume I'm fine and I can recover on my own, and no police come because it's "my own fault" the accident happen because I "let" the semi hit me. But I don't tell people this because

"I'm fine guys, trust me"

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