Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Progressively Worse

It's like when people are around they are breathing my air. I disagree with their every thought, or feeling, and I feel trapped or anxious. I can literally feel time slipping away, and I watch the clock like I have barely of it at all. I cannot relate, nor sympathize, every mannerism peeves me so deeply, until I in turn end up hating myself.


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