What's the point of having goals, if you're never going to do it right. I am a failure.
I couldn't lose the weight, can't commit to my goals no matter how many reminders, scooter just gathering dust. I have plenty of debt but what license? What drive? Why am I so scared of death when I don't belong with the living? What is living? Constant existential crisis. Imagine being so worthless that you're in a polygamous relationship and neither want you.
Imagine never being truly wanted. You know people get busy but it still kills you that you're you. Maybe you need to shut up and never speak again. All you ever do is talk. You're so stupid, Thousants.
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Unbeautiful
روحانياتShe's uninteresting. She's not beautiful, She's not unique. Her depression is an obsession of her mind trying to find what's wrong, and why is she always second best. Sometimes it's poetry, Sometimes it's stories. The likes are validating because sh...
