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doodle #1 from the poll!

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floor time so good i fell asleep and woke up at 4am
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Torn between "I want to stop caring" and "Or maybe I'm not caring enough"

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Am I the only one who reblogs shit without looking or without all of it loaded and goes back to my own tumblr page to see what masterpieces I have reblogged?
I'm curious if I'm doing something wrong? I feel like no one wants me around, like I'm suddenly the most annoying person on the face of the earth. It's like I don't fit in anymore and that really sucks because I've been there too many times before. I'd like some stable feelings before I get thrown off again by college. Maybe I'm just subconsciously fucking myself over, maybe i'm just paranoid? I hope I'm just paranoid. I just don't know what I'm doing wrong. Nothing I say comes out right. It's like people just put up with me but they are just waiting for me to stop talking and leave so they can trash me. I'm irrational and paranoid most likely but I can't shake these feelings some weeks. Blah, ignore me I tend to be a bit of a mess. I know I'm lame for posting this but sometimes I just need to take heart in the fact that someone somewhere will look at this and maybe understand what I mean when I say I'm a wreck.