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I'm panicing. I'm feeling sorry for myself and I hate it. I've never had such a pittiful outlook on life before. I'm acting selfish and low. Who am I to think my life is so fucking miserable when there are far more worse things to deal with than the petty problems of my life.
I've taken on way too much this year and I'm about ready to give up. Everyone else can fucking deal with it all. I jsut want to scream or run away. Running away seems like a better idea since screaming can only relive the tension for a few moments. And my one release, when all this bogged down on me and seemed unbearable, the one thing that could lift my spirits, ease my mind and bring me back to logical thinking is so far out of reach that it's not even part of my life anymore.
I've taken on way too much this year and I'm about ready to give up. Everyone else can fucking deal with it all. I jsut want to scream or run away. Running away seems like a better idea since screaming can only relive the tension for a few moments. And my one release, when all this bogged down on me and seemed unbearable, the one thing that could lift my spirits, ease my mind and bring me back to logical thinking is so far out of reach that it's not even part of my life anymore.