Monday, December 27th, 2010Mature

I feel like a broken record.  I’m a fraud.  And I’m losing my mind.  I can’t even write in sentences that make sense!  And what’s with this word “I” that’s suddenly taken over my vocabulary?  Why can’t I get things straight?  Now, because of the idiot I am, I fancy I struggle with depression and anxiety attacks in addition to my fake, made-up E.D.  Hello Carmen, wake up, you dork!!  Get a grip… THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU!!!  Or there shouldn’t be anyways… 

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