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i wont worry about it i say to myself with the always worried disorder

nvm i’ve said too much #unknowme

I can’t sleep, I have to torture myself psychologically

long distance friends pets feel like celebrities because you can only be parasocial with them

felt ok but then remembered

i’m doing really well for someone who goes through the five stages of grief every day

am i even mentally ill or am i just living in some kind of infinite torture chamber that would make anyone like this

they should let me listen to music while looking out the window of a train for my entire life

Realizing the depression is not seasonal is like: Wow! What a beautiful flower! The birds are singing! I sure do love spring! I think I am fundamentally unlovable as a person.

It's actually super unethical to keep a peeve as a pet