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What are you doing?
I don't know.
Krystle you're stupid.
I know.
go to bed its 6 in the morning.
I can't



Have you ever felt that you weren't doing anything right? Or so disgusted with yourself that you wanted to stay away from special people because you feel that you are doing them a favor? That they don't deserve your bullshit? Have you ever felt confused and so wrong that you spend hours thinking of ways to fix yourself? And when you try to think of  those solutions you start to cower inside, and realize how incredibly sad it is  when you realize what your doing.  And you don't know what to do with it. You don't know what to do with yourself. You don't know what to think anymore. You don't know what is right. Or what is wrong. Because everything you do isn't right.  and what you think is "right" ends up wrong. I feel like a cat chasing my own tail, when I finally catch it, I end hurting myself anyway, or ruining my own fun. And if I continue to chase after my tail, I'll be wrong for not being able to get to it. what the fuck am I talking about, oh look the garbage man is up early. getting our garbage.. It's been a while since I've  heard the garbage truck swoop by. I have that urge to go run up the window and watch him collect our garbage like I use to do when I was a kiddy... what the fuck am I doing
 go to sleep

ok.

...
fucking dumb bitch you forgot to put your food leftovers in the fridge and now there's cockroaches dancing on  foil in your room how are you suppose to sleep now

I don't know
yeah go to bed
ok I'll try

STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF
STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF
STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF
STOP TALKING TO YOUR SELF
STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF


I'll try.