Sometimes I wish I could feel happy about things but I'm not I get jealous and bitter about things. I yearn for intimacy just to hold someone and listen. Maybe figure out how to accept a compliment. I question everything worried people hate or are annoyed by me. I'm trying to help myself but I continually think in not worth it.I don't understand what people see in me but it can't be much or it is and I'm just a fat pathetic fuck scared to do anything. I drag myself out with people destined to want to help I'm probably just screwing things up I'll do that.
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