"I just wanna run. Just as far and hard as i can and get away from everything in my head. But it doesn't work like that. My thoughts and memories follow me everywhere forever. And they hurt. They hurt so bad and then the walls are crashing down on me and it's too heavy to hold up and I lose control and do something dumb and screw up and panic and it just keeps getting worse and I feel the guilt building and I start to panic but it doesn't stop so the guilt takes over. It just flows through my mind and body and weighs me down until it's hard to move. Doubt so much doubt. I am not good enough i am not worth it you worthless, disappointing disastrous mess who can never do anything right because maybe they're just a miserable mistake. A bug in the program. The flaw in the plan. Here we go again."
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Persistence
Non-FictionA place where I can express myself and my feelings by way of poetry, letters, art, and anything else I can think of.
