Explain
sometimes I stare at my bedroom ceiling and it feels like my brain is squealing. I talk to myself like I'm my own friend wondering, when is this gonna end? i feel like I'm going insane I mean, can someone just please explain? I tell people I'm okay, but I hate myself everyday. people think everything's fine, but if only you knew what goes through my mind..
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