I refuse to eat and my arms look like I fought with a lawnmower that can spell. I cannot do it all. I feel like I have to do it all. And I get so frustrated with my responsibilities that I don't even know what to do. Am I talented, probably. Am I perfect, no. But I will be and then everything will fall into place.
I am very human. And I absolutely hate, hate, hate being human. I refuse to be human. One way or another, I will no longer be human.
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