The joke's on me.
I'm in an emotional state. If I cry, please forgive me.
I'm a fat horrible cow chaining people to my simple threats and idiocy. Inaction, desperation, depression, and lies.
I hate lying. I have paranoia. I have to choke on every emotion and make sure I don't let it slip. Because it will dribble out thick and revealing like blood.
I hate when people do things for me. I'll never be free because I'm weak, and terrible and cowardly.
I'm in pain
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i know it;s not much, but all i can do is *big hug*
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