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Purple is the color of paranoia٫ the feeling that something's going to happen no matter what you do to try and stop it. You don't even know what your trying to stop٫ why are you obsessing over this nothing will come of it! There is no impending doom there is no death row that you sentenced yourself to. It'll be okay٫ nothing bad will happen you're just stressing for the sake of stressing. But you have to worry don't you? You have to sit there and obsess over a fake scenario you created. Because that feeling you have understand your skin can't be nothing. The cold that suddenly washes over you has to mean something. But what if it isn't anything? What then? You ruined a few relationships over an obsession that you couldn't see. But what if it is something? What if something is wrong٫ but what if your obsessing over the wrong thing again? What if you mess up again but you can't fix things again? You just built yourself up again you can't break now. But purples also the color of softness٫ quiet voices in a dark room comforting you. Its the color of fading bruises that show your healing. It's the color of happiness and health. You managed to pull yourself together٫ your allowed to be happy. You don't need someone's permission to be yourself. Your friends are important but so are you. If you destroy yourself for your friends you still won't have any. You won't be there to have friends. Yay! Your not alone! But you aren't yourself anymore. You need to be soft٫ but firm too. You have to learn to be yourself٫ even if others don't like it.