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Mindless Ramblings Of My Mind

I dont have to remind myself that this is my space, I can write any amount of bullshit out here..just to satisfy myself, but lately I'm having problems talking about my own problems, rather.. facing them also..forget writing about them...that doesnt mean i can stop writing..i could go on and on rambling, maybe its a part of me now. Though rambling doesn't really make me forget issues that mess my mind up.

Maybe its just me.

I take things in the wrong sense. I'm over critical. I'm sometimes stupid --speak without thinking. I'm horrible in sticky situations or those which demand me to be forceful and I totally completely think too much. About everything. What, when, how..!

If i trust someone i fear I'm being taken for a ride, if i don't i fear I'm losing out on something not worth losing.

Yes yes i can already hear u loud enough--im sure some of u are saying--she needs a break.
i know i do. but i cant even seem to get that planned out, without worrying about 10 things.

People i live with are misunderstanding me, I've become cranky..get angry on the smallest matters..apaprently am addicted to the internet too..i dunno what to say or do.

I dont even wanna talk about it

ive said some of it, but not most of it dont ask me anything PLEASE. and dont say get back to normal..take a break..blahh

ohh alright i need help.


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