Well, well, well... Look who done and fucked up again... I simply said, "I wanna matter to someone..." And the anxiety monster hit me, what irks me most, are people who throw themselves self-pity parties and play victims to circumstances they've created for themselves and when I feel like I'm becoming one of those people... I slap myself silly until I can "snap-out-of-it." And these last few weeks - that's been my struggle because I'm tired of being the listener, the compassionate one, the one who will be there for you even you're a complete asshole or a C U Next Tuesday... So I put my foot down and refused to be there... To be anywhere... And my apologies for the foul language because my mental illness got the best of me these last few weeks and I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. You see, I have an amazing gift and a curse; in the crowdest of rooms, I can be alone. Being alone, mentally, makes me feel at pea...
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