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So I've really just come to accept something.
I have daddy issues.
In case that shit wasn't apparent.
I just wanted to put that out there to explain why I have such intense social anxiety about having people to hang out with, especially when I'm at home with my parents. You see, my dad used to yell at me and call me a loser every weekend in middle school because I never went over to friend's houses or hung out with people. Seriously, I'd just wanted to play on the compooter biatch. But, you know, someone calling you a loser a whole lot sticks, especially when it's your dad, so I still have this lingering, intense stress about having something to do and not be at home with my parents. I came to this realization today when I started freaking out over something so fucking retarded. The up drugs help make me more aware of when I'm being retarded I think, which definately helps.
So sorry I think that everyone hates me all the time. My daddy never loved me. Deal with it mothafucka!!!!!!!!!!