Feels bad

Reading people's deep posts or blogs or what not, listening to people talk deep stuff, just makes me feel so bad inside cus I feel so darn stupid in comparison.

I should stop looking.

I mean, I know I'm stupid but, damn it. I've tried so hard in my life to not be stupid yet here I am, still dumb af.

Sigh.

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