I'm not happy. I know I'm not. How can I be happy without hurting myself? Acceptance's the most perilous lie that only mounts pain. Would you blame me if I were jealous of them? I aint mad, I'm scared.
I'm not sick, and I'm sick of not being sick. I'm sick of staring, of knowing and of not having. I'm sick of living in my head. I'm sick of being sick behind a tired grin
never mind
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It's all about knowing Nande the way you never even imagined. I'm lettin you into my head- and that's a privilege.
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