Why will it still never matter how much I do?
I do all these things and nothing I do is ever good enough. No matter what comes out of your mouth, when you tell me I'm a disappointment, and a failure... YOU'RE KILLING ME!!!!
I just want to curl up in a ball under my desk and forget this week ever happened, but I still have to paint this smile on my face and do all the things...
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