I don't know. I want my own head to make sense again, for everything to just go in the boxes where I put them.
I don't want to think about half the things I've been saying anymore, but I hate that I'd have to run away from anything that was true about me. I thought I could face it. I thought I had, but I hadn't. Not a lot of it.
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I don't want to think about half the things I've been saying anymore, but I hate that I'd have to run away from anything that was true about me. I thought I could face it. I thought I had, but I hadn't. Not a lot of it.