I feel so lousy.
Why do you have to say all the words that make me bleed?
What does it take to be happy?
Why am I always doing the wrong things?
Will I ever be able to please you genuinely?

I don't wanna step out to face anyone but yet I feel like I'm gonna disintegrate any moment if I hold it in any longer.
I hear the folks and the maid playing with my rabbit outside and somehow I have the urge to go out and play with it. Fuck if it bites me - At least I have a reason to cry out loud, scream and shout.
I need to talk to someone. Solitude sucks.

//i'm about to crumble
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