Us and them, over and over again.
When I walk home from town/w.end at night, I tend to get really angry in my head. I must look like some drunken psycho fuck: jabbering to myself, pulling faces and stopping abruptly to stare intently at my feet. I am (once again) not liking who I am at the moment, but this time I'm not sure if it's me or that I'm feeling judged by people. Today I
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