Sometimes...

If I were someone else, I want to shake myself and scream. WHAT'STHEMATTERWITHYOU?! WHY?!

...Other times I just want to be there and offer a hug, while that pathetic shell of what's supposed to be me sobs and cries pathetically.

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But I never cry when I actually want to.
And friends come along and make me forget things.
I end up smiling. Laughing. And feeling better, generally.