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i’ve always been indecisive about “change.” i used to say we always changed all the time, but now i say that we don’t change a bit.
its different and weird and funky and it smells like dirty pizza in my room. i hanged up that scarf or bandana of flowers on it on my wall, so whenever i feel mad i can tear it down and hold it in my arms.
my mom washed my sweater you gave me and i hate it now because it doesn’t have your smell and it makes me mad that ive been diagnosed with all these fucking disorders.
mood disorder, anxiety, social anxiety, possible bi-polar disorder, severe clinical depression. one more disorder and im sure ill cut my hair off again.