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I am having one of those weeks. I think I am going to do something great. The idea is quickly diminished. I am going insane. I want to break shit.
I want to break random items that didn't do anything to me. I have no stress relief. I need to color something. I don't want to do word search. I don't think it matters what I do.
People have hopes for me. I am afraid I will be a big disappointment. The only thing I can do right now is bitch and ball my eyes out. I have no clue what I was doing before that is so different now. I feel like I am singing the same old song all over again.
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