Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Hi! I’m Madison, the f**ked up daughter of high achieving parents and amazing siblings. I have extreme social anxiety/panic attacks, am, at best, average in so many ways, and feel like a failure most of the time. But enough about me, how are you? :)
OK, so like my go to setting is self-hate/defensive but I’m not a bad person, just someone who is bad at personing. If you reach out to me then expect all teeth and claws and nastiness and spite. It’s my default setting. I wish it wasn’t. But it is. Please know that but try anyway.
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