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I'm so sick of me. Sick of being the weird one. Sick of having zero follow-through. Sick of being the quiet one in the corner, overlooked by choice. Of being just out of sync. Of being an almost. Of being "unique". Because this whole mode of being has gotten me absolutely bubkus. And its my fault, to boot. I have no reason why I couldn't be different except that it's not me.
And I'm tired of being me.
And I'm tired of being me.