This is a day of self-loathing.. of 'I can't get anything straight', 'I mess it up', 'there's nothing wrong with me... from the outside' much at least.. at least.. I hate this. No big problems, nobody's dead or dying, yet... yet I need some prozac. Your life isn't bigger than mine. Your filtered glance doesn't mean a thing more than my fixed gaze.
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