*some rarness 2001-08-13 11:02 p.m.*

i don't want to hurt like this, i don't know why i do, i don't know why i feel so tired and wrong and tired and sad and tired and hating of so much. i just want to hide under this table right now, where i don't have to talk to anyone and i don't have to be so completely unable to deal with social interactions that i hurt myself in public.

why do i get like this? what is my fucking problem? why is everything okay, till it's not?

i just desparately need some me time.

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