Sometimes I think I feel too much. Sometimes I think that something is wrong with me or that I was born wrong. Sometimes I wish I could become someone new or even imply cease to exist, because that's would be easier than getting better. Sometimes I feel normal because I am around normal people. But when I'm alone, my mind takes over. I don't like it when it does that. It makes me mad, sad, frustrated, depressed, confused, annoyed, bored, or something else, but never happy. However, when I do feel happy, I sometimes wonder whether that happiness is something I was able to achieve on my own or a small fragment of contentness that my mind exaggerated, like with most things I feel. Now I'm just tired.
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