I’m scared again.

My head is quite clarity focus but the lurking in the background is back

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fuck fuck fuck

doing angry. grrr weirs icy shoulder shit.

Don’t like it when I thee fucking man anger is so fucking scary.

I hate me so much for even thinking I have any but I confuse myself so much with all m scared that bla blah bastard you diary cunth shit how so I cunting know i I’m know hwat I mean or say when I sayshit?

you’re a diary you might as well be a cunt of a shrink tell me about your mother comedy bullshit.

A diary can’t help me sort out who I am it’s just a chance to talk more stuff that I have no idea what I’m saying.

I don’t hate myself and I’m not confused it’s all groovy I just need to not pay too much attention.