know stopi know typing this fine accounts struggle little fine life people around love me like time bull shit am opportunities got go best school country mostly supportive family good boyfriend still cant help it fucking enraged im itching over twitching picking hands yet cant stop myself fucking lucky born opportunity waste it allowed roam streets free cant even stop hysterically crying picking hands late night even boyfriend lying right next me exasperated yet soon times tell dwindling becoming far between happen revert fall traps feel right hate it hate much feels less forced anything else know negative rumination cycle cant quit feeling right im sorry read this theres nothing here please nice day