Sometimes I feel so insecure and I feel so small and it's like the weight of it is crushing me and I'm nothing and I shut down and I can't function. It gets worse when I realize that I can't handle myself not anyone else in this state. There'll be nobody that can take it. Nobody that will ever understand what it's like. Not even someone who will be willing to put up with how difficult I am. My insecurities are practically a facet of my personality. I don't know who I am without them. They define everything I've ever feared or hoped for or lost or wanted. It's a part of me that can't be taken away. It must be dealt with. And the thing is, I don't think there's anyone out there who can.
Part #(I forgot) of I'm going to be alone forever and this is why
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