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I'm not sure how the human brain works. I know we've all got our ticks and our quirks and lately, i think I'm going crazy i have moments where everything goes hazy they say there's nothing wrong with me that I'm fine and compared to others i should feel lucky. But i cant feel lucky when my head spins when it feels like my skin is covered in pins i lay in bed all day just screaming and i cant even tell when im only dreaming so don't tell me that im perfectly fine when youve only ever experinced cloud nine i used to tell myself that i was okay i was just tired and the world wont always sway but lately things have been getting bad ive been touchy and lashing out at my mom and dad and when asked whats wrong i just cry for so long you see, i dont even know its like my brain stopped growing a long time ago just a small inconvenience is like an attack that needs an airborne strike dont touch me. i might bite please know its just out of fright im just scared and trying to get by but right now i really wanna die last night around nine-thirty i think my mom started to hate me she looked at me in disgust she wouldnt touch me. i think she feared i would combust you might have guessed by now im not doing too well my self pity is starting to smell ive got to get back to playing my part acting happy, making my art and if i dont purposefully drown myself in my pool ill see you guys in school
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
its been better
I'm not sure how the human brain works. I know we've all got our ticks and our quirks and lately, i think I'm going crazy i have moments where everything goes hazy they say there's nothing wrong with me that I'm fine and compared to others i should feel lucky. But i cant feel lucky when my head spins when it feels like my skin is covered in pins i lay in bed all day just screaming and i cant even tell when im only dreaming so don't tell me that im perfectly fine when youve only ever experinced cloud nine i used to tell myself that i was okay i was just tired and the world wont always sway but lately things have been getting bad ive been touchy and lashing out at my mom and dad and when asked whats wrong i just cry for so long you see, i dont even know its like my brain stopped growing a long time ago just a small inconvenience is like an attack that needs an airborne strike dont touch me. i might bite please know its just out of fright im just scared and trying to get by but right now i really wanna die last night around nine-thirty i think my mom started to hate me she looked at me in disgust she wouldnt touch me. i think she feared i would combust you might have guessed by now im not doing too well my self pity is starting to smell ive got to get back to playing my part acting happy, making my art and if i dont purposefully drown myself in my pool ill see you guys in school
im not gonna **** myself pls dont call the cops
Darbilina
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
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