Can someone please explain to me how in the hell I singlehandedly fuck up everything I need and love the most. Hobbies, friendships, anything, everything. I can't manage to even feed myself or breathe properly anymore. I've accepted the fact that I'm never going to be good enough. Maybe if I was I would have a better grip on things. Maybe my "friends" would like me. Maybe the only person who knows me for me would actually want to talk to me. Maybe my parents wouldn't hate me. I can't do it anymore. I can't live. It's too hard for me. The only thing humans are good at is existing, yet I can't even exist without wishing I didn't.
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hello, i'm megan.
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