nothing i do to myself hurts enough

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nothing i do to myself hurts enough

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i want to make this blog cuter and cuter but i dont know how, or even what i want to do
i want to meet new people and have new mutuals but im so scared and unsure how
im so useless
everyone seems so excitable and bright, i feel overwhelmed with my quiet and lackluster nature
some1 actually k1ll me bro i have a pacer test on wednesday (i have asthma and POTS) and the minimum score just to get a fucking D is 26. TWENTY. SIX. YES ITS GRADED. last time i took it i got 27 and fell on the ground and went legit unconscious for a second or two... it's only gotten worse in the last two years... if i get anything lower than a B on even js one assignment or test my mom will yell at me, so i might have to somehow get like 33 on it. im gonna end up doing an accidental kyu-kurarin doing this shitty test
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I think I figured out why I just generally don't want to share anything right now.
I didn't write to compete with anyone, you know? I write because I like to write.
As soon as someone bitches about "competing" with other writers, using them as a measuring stick and saying that they must be shit look at this and the thing they're waving at is mine, I shut down.
Creating isn't a fucking competition. I'm not your enemy. I'm not someone you are being beaten by. I am a fucking person, doing something I love and you just used me to explain that my existence makes you feel like shit.
Fuck off.
It's not some fucking competition, and you made me feel like shit. You made me stop wanting to share. Fuck off.

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oh, still you take up all my mind
i dont even think that you care like i do
i should stop
heaven knows ive tried
one day, i will stop falling in love with you
some day, someone will like me like i like you
until then, ill drink my coffee, eat my pie
pretend that we are more than friends
then of course ill let you break my heart again
im just tryna understand
what i am to you
more than songs weve exchanged
midnight calls
sunset views,
promise i dont mean to cry
but i get overwhelmed and confused
if only you knew
what i felt like.
My wife has an after work event to say goodbye to one of her coworkers and itās important to her so I totally get it
But her commute is long so sheās not gonna get home til like 8:30, and sheās gonna be hungry, so I have to not only handle kiddo all day, but also try to juggle taking the dog out AND cooking dinner. Itās a lot, and Iām annoyed about it.