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Omg, seriously. Life is so friggin complicated and weird. Why am I still thinking this at 23. I still feel as angry, hurt and confused as I did when I was 15. I feel like smashing someone's face in. For real. It would feel so good to get out all that aggression in a follow through to someone's jaw. I feel like if I don't scream sometimes, there's just a suffocating bubble in my chest and I feel better when I roll the windows up in my car and turn the music up real loud and cry out. To no one ,I guess, because when I do it, it's not to ask H_m for help. It's just to relieve the 2000 pound elephant sitting on my chest. I guess, Bilbo said it best: "I feel stretched thin, like butter over too much bread."
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