love you too, asshole.
nothing new.
no work. oh and love is hell.
for me, today is ryan adams day.
every song of his i hear, sounds exactly like how I'm feeling.
my psych teacher was talking about depression today.
and for the longest time, I feel like that's me.
I'm really dying and going through something
and you can't even be here for me anymore.
I can't say a word or thinking a though without tip-toeing.
fuck it, i'm tired of walking on my tippy toes, in a room full of eggshells.
seriously.
I'm scared.
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