I don’t know how many “just make it through today”s I’ve got left.
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imagine u are charles leclerc and the moment finally comes where u are on the other side of the looking glass experiencing a teammate treat u with the same starstruck respect u once felt that first time u stepped into the red race suit. bad news is he’s 18 and already a head taller than u
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I hate myself so much.
I hate my legs.
I hate my arms
I hate my lips
i hate my hips.
I hate my face.
I hate my smile.
I hate my arms.
I hate my chubby hands.
I hate my teeth.
I hate my eyes.
I hate my stomach.
I hate my thighs
I hate my life.
I hate how I talk.
I hate the way I chew things.
I hate the way I walk
I hate the way I talk.
I hate EVERYTHING about myself.
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