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You know, the hardest part about all of this isn't not being able to focus, or sleep, or know that I'm going to be able to keep my shit together and look normal and sane when in public when I can't go more than 30 seconds without panicking or worrying that this is it; it's not about how my house is running out of baking supplies because I can't sleep, or think, or sit still, so what else would I do; it's not even thinking about what happened and feeling so hurt that you could act that way.
It's not being able to convince myself that you even care, or that this has affected you any more than you shrugging your shoulders; Life is shit, Miroki; a barely noticeable speedbump. I don't know. I wish I did.
Hurricanes and Hand Grenades, they're the only thing that get you off my mind.
It's not being able to convince myself that you even care, or that this has affected you any more than you shrugging your shoulders; Life is shit, Miroki; a barely noticeable speedbump. I don't know. I wish I did.
Hurricanes and Hand Grenades, they're the only thing that get you off my mind.