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stop crying for attention and i'll start caring. im done, darling. i find it sickening that all i want in the whole goddamn world is to sit in class and not think about how out of place and wrong i feel. i don't want to constantly feel like the only comfortable place is curled up and quiet where no one can find me. i don't want to feel like i should disappear. i don't want to NEED to shrink. i am, as always, shrinking. and then growing and happy and then coming down and disappearing. and shrinking. tired and quiet, but only on the inside.