I love angst.
I love watching/reading it, when all the feelings are fake.
But when anxiety and bad memories creep up your spine and into your brain there's nothing worse.
I used to be so sucky.
And I hate that.
I should move on, but it reaaalllyyy gets on my nerves.
That wall won't be hit by my head today, but I'm starrrrttiinngg to realllly want it to be.
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Dumb shet
SonstigesI don't even- Please don't read this. This is kinda like a rant book. No, I'm not depressed, suicidal, in deep shoot or whatever. I'm just a dumb, stressed out, sleep deprived child who needs to let herself be angry somewhere where she won't be cons...
