Most conversations that are deep- they make me feel sad. Like weepy.
I am not preggers. I am not PMS-ing.
When people start talking about things- I cant help but take it very personal. Like maybe I was/am the reason for their destruction. Degeneration.
Since when did I start taking credit for everything around me? A friend jokingly told me this.
But... there's something deeply internal within me - that feels responsible and guilty for something that I may not have been responsible for.
But I know. I know. Far too much.
Matters of deep shite I say.
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