I can't walk around without looking like a crab with my really sore legs.
My brain is under too much pressure to cope with the slightest thing going wrong
( like me tripping over as soon as i get to work)
Yelling at my flat mates telling them to shut the FUCK UP when they were in the lounge playing soccer at 11pm at night.
My emotions are uncontrollable
My feelings are unpredictable
Just lost my best friend and probably ONLY friend.
And I'm waiting for the abuse to start flooding my phone.
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