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I don't know how to explain it. I feel bland, I don't feel like me.
Like a part of me was lost, or I am so mentally exhausted from everything. I have no breaks. I keep going even tho it hurts.
I should talk to my therapist tomorrow. But she's fucking foid, she doesn't understand me. I feel like everything I stand up for, and everything I am is for no reason. I find no point in it.
It got so bad, even if I somehow turned beautiful tomorrow I wouldn't care. Why? Because everything we do is in vain. We think so much for ourselves, that we think we can change the world. We think people notice when we change, but they never do. So, what's the point?
Like a part of me was lost, or I am so mentally exhausted from everything. I have no breaks. I keep going even tho it hurts.
I should talk to my therapist tomorrow. But she's fucking foid, she doesn't understand me. I feel like everything I stand up for, and everything I am is for no reason. I find no point in it.
It got so bad, even if I somehow turned beautiful tomorrow I wouldn't care. Why? Because everything we do is in vain. We think so much for ourselves, that we think we can change the world. We think people notice when we change, but they never do. So, what's the point?