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I’m pathetic. I’m insecure. I’m hopeless. I’m depressing. I’m jealous. I’m lonely. I’m hateful. I’m nervous. I’m PATHETIC.
I’m sad. I’m a sad, sad, little wishful thinking girl that can’t seem to get anything right. Who likes to complain. Who likes to be pitied and self-centered. I have too many needs. I have too many emotions. I’m too emotional. I can’t seem to do things right and have a problem in sometimes being affectionate, in sometimes shutting up, to know when to stop and when to go. I’m just pathetic, that’s what I am. Because, right now I don’t know what to do with myself and probably won’t for a while. I’m even more pathetic because the world isn’t ending, and life goes on. But sometimes it just shouldn’t. And I’m depressing for thinking that. I’m just too much. I’m just too much. I’m just too much. I’m just too much. I just didn’t want it. I still don’t want it. And I’m pathetic for going to try. And I’m just sad and pathetic. There’s too many things wrong with me.
And I complain too much.
I’m sad. I’m a sad, sad, little wishful thinking girl that can’t seem to get anything right. Who likes to complain. Who likes to be pitied and self-centered. I have too many needs. I have too many emotions. I’m too emotional. I can’t seem to do things right and have a problem in sometimes being affectionate, in sometimes shutting up, to know when to stop and when to go. I’m just pathetic, that’s what I am. Because, right now I don’t know what to do with myself and probably won’t for a while. I’m even more pathetic because the world isn’t ending, and life goes on. But sometimes it just shouldn’t. And I’m depressing for thinking that. I’m just too much. I’m just too much. I’m just too much. I’m just too much. I just didn’t want it. I still don’t want it. And I’m pathetic for going to try. And I’m just sad and pathetic. There’s too many things wrong with me.
And I complain too much.