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I pretty much am questioning everything I know right now. I pretty much feel uncomfortable in my own skin and I hate it so much. I can't breathe. I've been happy for several months now...like ridiculous happy. Like laughing for no reason happy. And all of a sudden I can't even think about the months ahead, spread out in front of me, waiting to swallow up the last bit of my apparently fleeting sense of self. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know where I am going. And that sort of thing is ok when you are around people all the time, when you get to be distracted, when you feel safe and wanted...but it is not ok when you come back home, back to your bedroom, back to your thoughts.
And the thoughts are not good.
I just want to breathe. I want to be ok with being me.
And the thoughts are not good.
I just want to breathe. I want to be ok with being me.