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I can't stop shaking
Why can't I stop shaking?
This is all wrong
Today wasn't supposed to be like this
Get up, I have to get up
Why can't I get up?
Why does everyone seem so mad at me?
Did I do something wrong?
I have to move
Why can I not move?
My fingers
God, they hurt
I need to sto-
start picking them
Pick and bite, make sure it hurts
Are they bleeding yet?
Shit, I'm supposed to be getting up
How do other people get up with no struggle?
How do they remember to take care of themselves?
I have to brush my hair and my teeth
I don't want to get up
I can't keep lying down, though
God, what is wrong with me?
Pick Pick Pi-
Shit, I was picking at my nail beds again
I need to stop
Why can't I stop?
Why can't I get up?
Am I even good enough to live?
I mean, some people are starving and fighting for their lives
Meanwhile, I can't even simply get up
Why are my limbs weak?
I know for a fact I can lift myself up
Why can't I
I should die at this point
I think it would be better
I give up