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Halloween Pocus Hocus Don’t mess with me my aunt is crazy shirt

And I do most days, except when people use mental illness as a snarky cut down of someone. It hurts looking back knowing now it wasn’t my fault. Mental illness runs in my family. Not that that is the only reason I was depressed. I was a ticking time bomb of instability labeled as a moody teenager who didn’t like being chubby. I felt crazy because girls with so much opportunity shouldn’t be so angry at the world but I wasn’t angry at the world. It was spinning and I wanted off.

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