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I’m kinda upset that I can’t go see Mac Miller next week and smoke in the crowd with my friend and having a fucking blast. But I’m not that upset because I didn’t really want to be hang out with this other guy I was suppose to go with. No point selling the ticket such short notice, so I gave it to this guy I’m friends with because I love him oh so fucking much.
Win-lose-win for my friend, kinda situation.
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| Me: | Maybe things will get better. |
|---|---|
| Self-Harm: | lol I'll visit you tonight then |
| Depression: | I'll make you sad. |
| Paranoia: | I'll make you feel like none of your friends like you. |
| Anxiety: | I'll give you a panic attack. |
| Trust: | I'll disappear for a while. |
| Happiness: | Come on bitch, I was just an illusion. |
| Scale: | How can things be better when you're still fat? |
| Mirror: | You're still ugly. |
| Mind: | Come on. It won't get better. You know better than that. |
| Me: | you're right... |
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