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I feel as if I could sleep forever, and never wake up, and no one would be the wiser.
Worry affects me in two ways. One, it churns itself into a miserable, nasty lump that takes residence in my stomach. And in another, it turns to irrational resentment. I've got both.
Sometimes I wish I were a better person, someone strong enough, who could fix the things that are horrible about me. But I'm not. I can't even call my most best friend on the phone.
Worry affects me in two ways. One, it churns itself into a miserable, nasty lump that takes residence in my stomach. And in another, it turns to irrational resentment. I've got both.
Sometimes I wish I were a better person, someone strong enough, who could fix the things that are horrible about me. But I'm not. I can't even call my most best friend on the phone.