my name's bailey. i specialize in the apotheosis of fictional characters and long-dead philosophers, and also using words like "apotheosis". i can be really stupid. not a hipster blog, but i've had moments.
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How can you still make me feel so awful?
What did I even do to you?
Why do you have the capability to make me feel like hell about things I shouldn’t even feel bad about?
Don’t fucking walk into a room with your friends, see that I’m there, and turn around and sulk, making every goddamn other person feel uncomfortable and me feel like a fucking bitch oh my god I’m cussing so much I should stop.
