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I Mean

“I think you should pull yourself together,” she says. “No one wants to hear your sob stories. They have their own stuff to deal with; they’re not going to take on yours, too. All you will accomplish is them walking away from you because who wants to be with such a crybaby? You are worth so little to them that all it takes is one instance of you showing yourself in your disgusting weakness, and they will take off as fast as their legs can carry them.”

I mean, who talks to themselves that way? I do. That’s me.


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