I can’t even write out
my emotions
without feeling so pathetic
and hopeless and dead,
feeling sorry for anyone
who actually reads this crap,
straining with guilt
for all those who have to
encounter me
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Personally disordered 
witty. deep. yet lucid to the clear-eyed
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I’m not sorry to be reading it, but for what it’s worth, I know the feeling.
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Takes strength to share the way you did. I know the feeling too.
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