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i look at my life and i think "allie, there is nothing wrong with you, you should be happy."
but i'm not. i'm so fucking tired of everything, i can't even explain it with words.
i want to throw things and yell and have a temper tantrum. but that won't help at all.
i don't know what i should do about anything. i'm tired of thinking, rethinking and analyzing what i've been thinking.
it's old.
i'm so frustrated and tired and sick and just done.
but i'm not. i'm so fucking tired of everything, i can't even explain it with words.
i want to throw things and yell and have a temper tantrum. but that won't help at all.
i don't know what i should do about anything. i'm tired of thinking, rethinking and analyzing what i've been thinking.
it's old.
i'm so frustrated and tired and sick and just done.