See that I know what I'm doing.
I've gotten here without any help from you.
And you are what's keeping me here.
Suffocating.
And now I know what to say on a job interview.
And I know how to talk to college representatives.
And I've figured it all out by making mistakes.
And I don't know if I will stop being disappointed
When I ask for help and you don't bother.
And I embarrass myself. Again.
Why would you want me to end up like you?
Killing myself to do work I hate until I can't function anymore.
Why would I want more of that?
Unhappiness
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