i just sit and stare into space. for, like, 10 minutes.

i get so angry i literally have to yell.

i wish i could be less fiery/passionate/quick.

i want to be smothered with reciprocated love.

i think i suck as a designer.

i “let it mellow.”

i want to move far far away.

i want to move as close as i can.

i feel nothing will ever be good enough.

i wish i could tell my brain to shut up.

…..it usually almost always passes.

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