There's something wrong. I can never force myself to be in the present. I'm always stuck in the future or the past. Always thinking about the beginning and the end.
There's something wrong–it's so clear now. I can't do anything. I am held captive. I feel confined and always out of breath.
I feel like there's something off, something missing, but I just don't know what it is. I can't place my fingers on it.
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I can't stand being glued to myself
I can't stand feeling my head floating out, being asleep, imploding.
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My connections with people are superficial, dead. Chasing after them, hair falling out of dread.
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I want them to be close to me. I wanna help them out with everything. I want them to be content. I wanna see them. Talk to them. Listen to them. Breathe their air, love them and give them all I have but I'm just not fucking good enough.
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I hate myself.
I hate myself.
I hate myself.
I hate myself.
I hate myself.
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quartered.
RandomFour entities and a lifetime of damage. A quietly deafening war between the parts of the complete yet parted soul of the whole universe. The different parts of me unwind. My feelings expanded.
