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Am I sick or am I weak am I a prick or a dick maybe I'm a little bit of shit, with lots of treats are they sweet nah but they lit and I eat while I fit on my sabotage kit and lots of hits..goofies.

It's not feeling worth anything constantly trying to stay away from my thoughts while feeling so sad depressed I want to say all these things to someone and hope someone will care but my sadness is all mine to carry I know it I know feeling better is temporary it'll fade off the moment I remember who I am I don't want any expectations neither from myself nor from anything or anyone why isn't the insect digging tiniest holes in the ground feeling bad about itself why is it just moving around without suffering this kind of meaninglessness why am I feeling it so bad but I still chose to stay alive I know killing myself is never a choice just cause I feel this isn't good enough to give it all up I hope someday I just become like that insect unworried just waking up getting lost in some task until it's time to fall asleep with no miseries and die sometime uncertain.

I think except for some all other mental illnesses were made up basing them on brain chemistry not stating the fact that they are normal mostly to make a business from the weak who would rather lie to themselves than accept they just lying.

Anxiety criticises the weak Consoles with happiness they feel Peace and serenity exist never to heal The insanity that kills.