don't you ever get that sick, sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, kinda like a bubbling stew of neurotic, paranoia, delusion and suspicion. the kinda thing that makes the corner of lips twitch involuntarily and you feel like every degree of heat in your body is drawn out from your earlobes because you think people are talking about you behind your back.
this is what i think they think of me.
the new writer, she's so blur.
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