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I miss eating at tables. I miss sitting in chairs at tables eating dinner. I miss finding memories at random in my room. I miss the sense of home that has never come back since the hurricane. I miss the friends I drove away, and the future I think I killed. I think every day about horrible things, and sometimes, I just don't think I will survive the next day. I hope I won't, even. I hate wondering if I need to submit myself for medical attention, because I have no concept of what I can handle, and what I can't.
I sleep in my car. I can't sleep at home, so I sleep in my car. And when I get upset, I feel guilty for even mentioning it. I hope.. That gives people some closure. Knowing that I broke myself. What a horrible thing to say, I know people would resent that very statement. But I just can't please anyone, it seems. But I mean it. If I die, I hope that someone learns something from my life. I think.. That would make me happier than anything, at the moment.
the act of dehumanizing people into stereotypes has ruined me and made me, and left me two dimensional.
I sleep in my car. I can't sleep at home, so I sleep in my car. And when I get upset, I feel guilty for even mentioning it. I hope.. That gives people some closure. Knowing that I broke myself. What a horrible thing to say, I know people would resent that very statement. But I just can't please anyone, it seems. But I mean it. If I die, I hope that someone learns something from my life. I think.. That would make me happier than anything, at the moment.
the act of dehumanizing people into stereotypes has ruined me and made me, and left me two dimensional.