Each and every minute I find another reason why I want to leave. Everything is so unbearable now.
I’m just not use to people being mean to me. I don’t think I’ll ever get use to it.
The smallest things win me over.
I don’t know if this is insecurities or what, but I’m getting pretty tired of looking in the mirror and seeing what’s looking back at me.
When you tell your business, everybody’s listening. When you tell your problems, everybody’s missing.
No matter how carefully I choose my words with you, you always end up twisting it around.
And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.
I hate how conflicted I feel about you.
No matter how carefully I choose my words with you, you always end up twisting it around.
And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.
I hate how conflicted I feel about you.
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