Fuck.
I never know what's happening until it's happening but by then I don't want to know and I don't want to talk about it and I don't even know what to think about it but I'm bad at ignoring the elephants in the rooms and the unspoken things they tend to suffocate me until I scream about all of it because I'm intense and I'm bad at ignoring the unspoken things and no one seems to hear the screams. I just run. I'll just run.
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