That went. Well. I think. Maybe. Seconding guessing. I'm on repeat. Short. Choppy. Repeat. Done.
And again. Cheap words. Cheap songs. Maybe I'm just broken. I'm broken I'm broken I'm broken. Not in the heart.
Just not working.Wiring issues.
The real words. What I want to say. I'm confused. Maybe a little upset. I, what? to say here. But I have support. He interprets. He doesn't know what's going on either. I don't want to study for french. fuck that. I want to do other things. Thing is I've already done things. Now here I am. And I don't want to study. I want to leave. I want to-NO. No. I don't. Change. I want to leave. on my own. . I want friends. I. I. I. Who, what the fuck. No more. Beating on social. Can you develop temporary ADD? From stress? At least that's what I think happened. Wait it out. Then more talking. Short conversations. I wanted to yell. Good, good, very bad. We've got problems. We've all got problems. Left right and center. Some understood. Lah de fucking da. No, I don't want to. Can't fucking see it. Fuck it all.
FUCK
I think this is what you call a break down.
listen to super mash bros and you will know where i'm coming from.
I'm just talking.
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