What in the hell is wrong with me, that I can't trust another person? Why do I always think I'm going to be tricked out onto a limb only to realize my company is tying himself to the trunk and sharpening his saw?
Jesus Christ. It's not that I'm being abandoned, it's that I'm shoving people away. Who the hell would want to be with someone that's figuratively wedging their foot into your crotch, shoving and whining, "Just gooooo then, GAAAAWD-UH!"
I need to make myself a T-shirt that says "Who the Hell Do I Think I Am?"
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you do not need this tshirt
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