if there’s a will, there’s a way.
i don’t talk very much anymore. i feel like i don’t have anyone to talk to. i mean, i do. but i feel like i can’t complain anymore. it isn’t fair to complain because i’m better, and i complain all the time. and the people that i could talk to know that and are tired of my complaints so i can’t talk to them. and all in all do i have real problems? i have the same problems as most of the kids at masterman. i have anxiety issues and i get panic attacks too, and i just push them inside of me or pretend that they don’t exist. which is probably very unhealthy, i’m sure, but i don’t know if i could manage being at masterman if i didn’t. sometimes i wonder what will happen when i leave and start my adult life. how royally fucked up will i be? i’m going to be fine, but i guess i’m just wondering what fine is going to mean to me.
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