must hurt real bad, fakin’ what you wish you had

i’m in minnesota at my aunt’s house. hiding out in my room, from the strangers who i call family.  i guess it’s anxiety that holds me back from them. i don’t want them to ask me how i am doing. what i am doing. ’cause i don’t know how to answer. i am so ashamed of myself, of my lack of direction, lack of accomplishment, and it is only fully realized when i am around these people.

i hate holidays.

 

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