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6 am..panic attack. Grr. Me and paul not right. Its like we are two puzzle pieces that dont fit. It feels horrible. My prince deserves better. I feel so unhealthy. Ive been stuck in this house for a long time. I feel like im killing myself and he is watching. I need a fucking hobbie like now! I feel lost more than ever. I dont get it. Im safe loved warm and humble. I still dont have perpose outside my family. I was never good at anything. I wish i could be good at more.
I need a punching bag.