It continues as usual.
My first interaction of the day being told to get a grip
Now I’m a dip shit
I told you I can’t handle this shit
Do I talk like this to people?
Do I actually deserve this?
Did I not give out enough discount-
She flew right up to me
Incoming hummingbird
Did she sense me suffering?
Why do people act as if someone being wrong is a moral failure?
I’m sorry being wrong makes me a bad person
I want to start today over
This just plunged me back into the pain of isolation
That this is all I’ll get today
Like there isn’t some thousand love letters among my stupidity
Like this is my punishment for treading near the feet of a god
It always feels like he has a hand in it
Even though he doesn’t
Maybe he did curse me
He probably did
It’s not fair that this is it
It’s not fair
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