Not even gonna say much about you. But I hate you and I wish you weren't around. I wish I could stop over thinking. I wish I was brave right away and not have to talk myself into shit. I hate being scared. Anxiety is just fear of what may happen. But what if you know what's going to happen, since its happened before?
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Dear Diary: But Seriously, What the Fuck?
Non-FictionI don't blog, just needed a place to vent. Who knows, maybe someone will read it and empathize or sympathize with me. All I know is, we're not alone. No matter how different we look on the outside, we all go through the same bloody bullshit. So this...
