Coyote Cooch
No height for your face
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I used to go for walks and it would at least make me feel good for a couple of hours. something about the fresh air I guess, and sometimes I'd find a cool shop or a park I didn't know about before, and it'd give me some sense of adventure, as sad as that sounds.
but now even if I crave going for a walk it just feels pointless and I'm filled with so much anxiety. I can't really hide my face or body and I just feel like everyone is looking at me, grimacing at my disgusting form. I shouldn't care but for some reason it just consumes me and I keep myself locked in the basement, and I hate it, but it's like a spell I can't break.
some advice would be appreciated but I have a feeling many of you are in the same boat with no solution. so I guess this is just me venting. I don't know. I hate this.
but now even if I crave going for a walk it just feels pointless and I'm filled with so much anxiety. I can't really hide my face or body and I just feel like everyone is looking at me, grimacing at my disgusting form. I shouldn't care but for some reason it just consumes me and I keep myself locked in the basement, and I hate it, but it's like a spell I can't break.
some advice would be appreciated but I have a feeling many of you are in the same boat with no solution. so I guess this is just me venting. I don't know. I hate this.





