When I can't deal with things I do one of two things
1. Punch someone or something
2. Cry
I know which is less painful ( 1. ) but am someone who can't deal with thing, I can't go talk to someone about, I can't deal with it. I've tried. People need to understand that I can't deal with the things they say. I can't deal with the things they do. I had someone today say to me to go kill myself. I CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT. So I cried and I know it's ok to cry but people see it as weakness but I see it as letting something out without physical pain
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