Sometimes i feel like i could run a marathon or even jump over the tallest building but that can change for me within seconds. I just want to run away, curl up in a ball, pretend like i don’t exist. I guess i never really take much time to think about it, in fact i try to hardly think at all. I can never remember a time that i felt “normal” or anything close to that. I’m so awkward i make my own skin crawl, but i guess that’s what a good game face is for. I hate my face. I hate my body. I guess its safe to say i hate myself. I have so much good going for me but why do i feel like this? SCHIZOAFFECTIVE.

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