do you ever wonder if everything you've ever done is complete fraud? what if i'm not
depressed? am i doing it for attention? maybe that's why i never feel better, because i don't want to feel better.
but maybe i'm paranoid. maybe that's another problem i should add to my (possibly fraud) list. paranoia, depression, anxiety.
maybe i subconsciously wanted to be that edgy and relatable teen and that's what brought this on. but i'm not that idiotic, am i? surely not. i wouldn't subject myself to that. i can't make myself want to die. i can't fake emotion.
but then again, maybe that's the paranoia again. maybe i can.
i don't know, maybe these are all side affects of catching a metaphorical cold.
side affect one: question everything. just do it. question if your entire life is a lie. is this side affect a lie? i don't know, question it.
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the art of catching a cold
Randomi have no recollection of why this book is called the art of catching a cold, but somewhere in the past few moments i have grown emotionally attached to the name and therefore feel obligated to keep it a collection of rants that sound aimed at a top...
