I thought that you understood. Sometimes I'm like this and I can't explain it. Yes, I wish I was normal. But I'm not and I can't help that. I should be blamed for the things that go on in my head or how they make me react. I can't explain the switch that can flick so quickly.
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Non-FictionLetters to people that I would never send, saying things that I could never say
