Everyone suffers, everyone has problems, that I know. Everyone's got a story. But why do I react so differently. There are plenty of people with problems who don't have eating disorders...who don't hurt themselves...who don't repress everything...who don't run away and hide. What makes me different? Why can't I just fucking deal the way other people can?
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