I’m sick of my sickness, don’t touch me, you’ll get this
I’m useless, lazy, perverted, and you hate me
Am I alone in finding a way to blame myself for every single problem, no matter how trivial? Honestly, everything is my fault. I’m sorry. Trust me, the guilt is like gravity to me.
She is perfect, and I imperfect. Things are as they should be.
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We interrupts Hazy’s non stop dubfest for a little Unwritten Law. Very nice thank you.
You are not alone obsessing about trivial problems. I’m about insane with anxiety right now because I haven’t cleaned the grime from the wall behind the piano. I could do that right now right? I’m not going to. It is something that I just can’t bare to do today, if I do something really bad might happen. The grime needs to stay there. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be sane.
I know the feeling, Architect. I’m sorry that is your comfort zone. It’s mine too, so you’re not alone.