What's my fucking problem?
Why the resistance? Why is it so hard for me to get myself to do what needs to be done? Am I not eating enough Powdermilk Biscuits? I get so tired of fighting with myself. Is my brain just shot through like swiss cheese from too many years of depression? Why can't I just be a good girl?
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Well, since I don't know what it is you think you *should* be doing, I will just give a generic answer. When I have free time..such as now with Alex and Marcus both gone..I often battle with myself too on what I should be doing. Then I say...stop withe the *should*..what do you WANT to do? Sometime what I WANT to do would not be defined as *good* by the outside world. Who gives a flying fuck? :->
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