Why can’t my brain just let me think one thing is going to turn out well for me. Why does it need to make me think every person I speak with has ulterior motives as to why they’re even speaking to me or force me to be paranoid that everyone hates me. There’s always someone or something better anyway. Half the time I don’t think its all in my head. Must be somewhat true.
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