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sometimes I think I’m not fit to be a human being I just can’t seem to handle everyday life I’m drowning in more stress than I know how to deal with stress that is only amplified by my own mind I’m breaking up, breaking down, breaking apart shattering like glass hit by a hammer *a hammer made of a suffocating workload a hammer made of crippling anxiety a hammer made of ever-present loneliness* I’m just trying to make it through each day despite the shards of glass in my wake who knew being human could be this hard
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
maybe this isn't my forte
sometimes I think I’m not fit to be a human being I just can’t seem to handle everyday life I’m drowning in more stress than I know how to deal with stress that is only amplified by my own mind I’m breaking up, breaking down, breaking apart shattering like glass hit by a hammer *a hammer made of a suffocating workload a hammer made of crippling anxiety a hammer made of ever-present loneliness* I’m just trying to make it through each day despite the shards of glass in my wake who knew being human could be this hard
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
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