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Imagine me
I tire of doing nothing. But because I'm tired I do nothing. And that makes me tired. And the more tired I get the more nothing I do. And also I'm stuck in the eternal hellscape of my own imagination. Peace and love 💕
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Literature
Messages to a beloved
I don't know what I'm thinking, love.
I feel like there's a rock lodged inside my chest, and a boulder stuck inside my head 😞
I feel shaky, and I can't really think.
There's not much I want from myself, when it comes to work.
Yet, I haven't even accomplished these very low criteria that I place on myself.
I feel miserable and useless.
And I am afraid of the fact that I've let myself give up so much that it's hard to see a way out.
I don't know how to deal with this very easy problem.
And, I don't know.
I hate myself.
I should already have an apartment. And, instead of feeling miserable about my own failures, I should start w
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