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do people not know the 5 minute rule????? if there is something “wrong” with someone’s appearance and it can’t be fixed in 5 minutes don’t tell them!!!! don’t be an ass!!! food in someones teeth? sure! let them know! wrinkled shirt? smudged makeup? messy hair? yes! talk to the person if you want! tattoos/tattoo placement? crooked nose? obnoxious laugh? shut the fuck up!!!! don’t make someone selfconscious about something they can’t fix!!!! dont be a dick!!!

saaiimmm

FGS!

kosmogrl

you’ll be fine. you made it out of impossible situations before and you will do it again

kosmogrl

ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? YOU WILL DO IT AGAIN.

anxietyproblem

divenlydecayed-deactivated20260

"Will you match my freak?" No. I'm freakier. I am insane. This is a competition and I'm winning.

shisasan

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID. October 4. I feel restless and vicious. Yesterday, before falling asleep, I had a flickering, cool little flame up in the left side of my head. The tension over my left eye has already settled down and made itself at home. When I think about it, it seems to me that I couldn’t hold out in the office even if they told me that in one month I’d be free. And most of the time in the office I do what I am supposed to, am quite calm when I can be sure that my boss is satisfied, and do not feel that my condition is dreadful. By the way, last night I purposely made myself dull, went for a walk, read Dickens, then felt a little better and had lost the strength for sorrow. I still regarded the sorrow as justified but it seemed to have withdrawn somewhat, I looked at it from a distance and therefore hoped for better sleep. It was a little deeper too, but not enough, and often interrupted. I told myself, as consolation, that I had indeed once more repressed the great agitation in me but that I did not wish to succumb at once, as I had always done in the past after such occasions; rather, I wished to remain entirely conscious to the final flutterings of that agitation, which I had never done before. Perhaps in this way I would find hidden steadfastness in myself. END ID]