I’m insecure.
I’m envious and jealous.
And I want everything so badly. Everything.
Have you ever held a part of you and wanted to grab a knife and cut it off?
I have. All my life.
You would think, at the age of say 4 or 5, that a child couldn’t have those sorts of thoughts.
But I do.
And I have since I can remember.
I hate everything about
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