You were about to leave after an argument. Natasha: Wait, we get it. You: No, you can’t relate to how I’ve drawn out in sharpie where I’d take the scissors if that’s what it look for me to look in the mirror, I’ve done every diet to make me look thinner so why do I still feel so inferior. Can’t be too loud, can’t be too busy. If I don’t answer now are you still gonna need me? Can’t be too proud, can’t think I’m pretty. Do you keep me around just so your flaws seem silly?
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