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What is this feeling so unpleasant like my insides rotting or my outside melting? There is a bad taste in my mouth that won’t go away. I feel itchy and oversized and everything is crawling. Is this what rejection is? Isn’t there usually a heaviness to it? An unbearable weight? Oh there it is. A big boat of depression sailing over my chest. It hurts. It hurts so much. It’s not is it me? No one has ever rejected me before. He must be a lunatic. He must be some sort of nutcase. Someone not all there because why else? Ohhh. Or he can see everything wrong with me, all the things I’m afraid are there but can forget about. He knows I’m no good. I could have fought Doctor X harder. I could have climbed the fire escape faster maybe. Or I could have tried harder to love them back. If I had made myself maybe or
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What is this feeling so unpleasant like my insides rotting or my outside melting? There is a bad taste in my mouth that won’t go away. I feel itchy and oversized and everything is crawling. Is this what rejection is? Isn’t there usually a heaviness to it? An unbearable weight? Oh there it is. A big boat of depression sailing over my chest. It hurts. It hurts so much. It’s not is it me? No one has ever rejected me before. He must be a lunatic. He must be some sort of nutcase. Someone not all there because why else? Ohhh. Or he can see everything wrong with me, all the things I’m afraid are there but can forget about. He knows I’m no good. I could have fought Doctor X harder. I could have climbed the fire escape faster maybe. Or I could have tried harder to love them back. If I had made myself maybe or
What is this feeling so unpleasant like my insides rotting or my outside melting? There is a bad taste in my mouth that won’t go away. I feel itchy and oversized and everything is crawling. Is this what rejection is? Isn’t there usually a heaviness to it? An unbearable weight? Oh there it is. A big boat of depression sailing over my chest. It hurts. It hurts so much. It’s not is it me? No one has ever rejected me before. He must be a lunatic. He must be some sort of nutcase. Someone not all there because why else? Ohhh. Or he can see everything wrong with me, all the things I’m afraid are there but can forget about. He knows I’m no good. I could have fought Doctor X harder. I could have climbed the fire escape faster maybe. Or I could have tried harder to love them back. If I had made myself maybe or