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"My mom is anxious.
My dad is an insomniac.
My brother is self destructive."
"I am envious.
I am hypocritical."
"I grew (and am still growing) in a society that seems perfect."
"Am I the worst person in the world, or is that just me being obnoxious and self obsessed?"
"I hate that I'm so self aware, and that I think/know everything going on."
"I feel like if I waltzed through life, thinking everything was alright, (even though it's not) I would be better off.
Or would I?"
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