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I'm not depressed– I'm obsessed. of what, you ask? Well, saying ‘I'm fine’ with class! I sound crazy writing this– just winging it. thanks to a friend, I got to vent! it was mostly yapping, Yet… I laugh at the silly things, Obviously. I understand myself. …sometimes. How often do I say that? That I’m fine? It sticks like matte.. Ha. How funny. How easy is it to sound silly? How easy it is To seem all fine and **** Maybe something is wrong with me. Who am I kidding? Why am I like this? Why is this all I can give–? All I ever do? I should change, Oh, I know! So why cant I do so? The lack of importance i have for things, Yet I complain and cry at the edge of it. Holy shit–I’m aware, But is that really fair? I know what I’m doing. I can name these feelings. I can dissect the causes. I can tell what’s wrong. I joke about it, That part much obvious. And still, I stay here. Knowing the answer But refuse to write it down. Maybe that’s the problem. Just knowing, And calling it enough.
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 5:02 AM UTC
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I'm not depressed– I'm obsessed. of what, you ask? Well, saying ‘I'm fine’ with class! I sound crazy writing this– just winging it. thanks to a friend, I got to vent! it was mostly yapping, Yet… I laugh at the silly things, Obviously. I understand myself. …sometimes. How often do I say that? That I’m fine? It sticks like matte.. Ha. How funny. How easy is it to sound silly? How easy it is To seem all fine and **** Maybe something is wrong with me. Who am I kidding? Why am I like this? Why is this all I can give–? All I ever do? I should change, Oh, I know! So why cant I do so? The lack of importance i have for things, Yet I complain and cry at the edge of it. Holy shit–I’m aware, But is that really fair? I know what I’m doing. I can name these feelings. I can dissect the causes. I can tell what’s wrong. I joke about it, That part much obvious. And still, I stay here. Knowing the answer But refuse to write it down. Maybe that’s the problem. Just knowing, And calling it enough.
I don't even know at this point [February 28, 2026]
Lucienne
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 5:02 AM UTC
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