What I'm saying is like a quarter of how I really feel;
I find myself such a loser, such a wimp, an idiot, stupid loser. Façades are all that I'm really good at, no? I've literally been containing so much inside of me. I've got my limits but I don't care.
I'm so tired of keeping so much to myself, but what for burden another?
Yet, I'm so tired of picking myself up. How self-contradicting.
Its stupid. I'M stupid.
(And lay off the nonsense, like "Oooh Gwen is finally at her breaking point!" or, "Emo shit" cuz no one can remain happy in her whole damned life can she?)
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