Oh, anxiety. I love you.
Making me hate myself, wishing I’d never left the house, why can’t I just disappear.
Awesome.
Making me hate myself, wishing I’d never left the house, why can’t I just disappear.
Awesome.
The judge sentenced her to life in prison for the unspeakable act. Mrs. Chapman could apply for parole in twenty-five years, granted she learned to keep her hands to herself. She apologized to the victims’ families before police escorted her away.
“I’m just so clumsy sometimes,” she said.
These are not chips.
They are crisps.
These are chips.
That is all.
we don’t care
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