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A meltdown as I searched, The minute turning 12:00, High hopes, high hopes— Where was it? Descended into nonsense. My leftover Thai food. The tears began to fall. I sounded like a whiny child. It wasn’t the food, was it? It was another nose Of another bottle, bursting From the pressure. Crying for no reason. Treating my mum unfairly. As if I were a puppet Masking my own stress. I did not yell, I just cried. I felt senseless and uncontrolled. God, help stabilise me.
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4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
leftover thai food
A meltdown as I searched, The minute turning 12:00, High hopes, high hopes— Where was it? Descended into nonsense. My leftover Thai food. The tears began to fall. I sounded like a whiny child. It wasn’t the food, was it? It was another nose Of another bottle, bursting From the pressure. Crying for no reason. Treating my mum unfairly. As if I were a puppet Masking my own stress. I did not yell, I just cried. I felt senseless and uncontrolled. God, help stabilise me.
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Jun 1, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
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