This is not me

At least not all the time.

It's turning into to one of those weeks I'd rather move out of my head. I am angry, envious, quarrelsome, sad.

Left out, lonely, overlooked, unappreciated.

It doesn't have to be this way, it wasn't just a week ago. It can feel it shifting, but not in the right detection. Cutting is beginning to seem reasonable.

I don't want to think about things.

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