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| The torment is killing me. I should just walk away right now and stop punishing myself like this. (It's NOT cuz I'm fat, it's NOT cuz I'm fat...) | |
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| I can feel opportunity slipping away and I don't know what to do. If only I'd had an older brother... I'm panicking. I can FEEL it. | |
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| I have to move. Like, NOW! | |
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| If I don't take action right this instant I am going to hate myself until the day I die. And then maybe even after that, for a long time. In Hell. | |
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| Moving! Moving! C'mon, you can do it! ... Fuck it, just RUN! | |
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| (( ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! )) So, um... do you like cheese? | |
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