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entry: 02.07.18 one of the darker days
i don’t think i’ve felt this alone for a while. i woke up this morning, three
hours before my alarm, hoping, praying that nothing happened. that i would
wake up on tuesday, february sixth and realize it was all just a nightmare. but
it wasn’t. that was reality. i’m a stupid teenager. i may even be a slut, who
knows?
but why does my life have to follow a plan? why am i treated like a puppet?
why am i not good enough in their eyes? my mind is common to
overthinking.. my mind is prone to insanity. the cuts i lay upon my thigh and
arms aren’t even a little pain that i’m feeling in my head. most times i wonder
why i haven’t killed myself yet. i was so happy but now i’m so so very sad. i
don’t think my happiness ever stays long, i don’t think it will ever stay long.
the sadness always comes back to haunt our minds.
the pain will never go away
la tristesse durera toujours