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Why do I do this to myself? Sitting alone, listening to all the songs that remind me of you, and the ones you put together on that CD for me. Sobbing to myself, trying to keep as quiet as I can. Why can’t I just move on? I haven’t had an actual conversation with you in over 7 months. Jesus fucking christ. I am the most pathetic person I know. I deserve every fucking cut I’ve given myself. Useless piece of shit.
When we just sat outside and smoked and drank. It was one of the best nights of my life.
I had confidence and didn’t give a shit about what I was doing. And for once, I felt good, happy. If that’s what it takes for me to feel alright, then so fucking be it.
This is honestly the worst feeling ever. It’s like this wave of sadness just falls over you. There’s a knot in the pit of your stomach, making you nauseous, sick. You start crying and can’t seem to stop, covering your mouth so no one will hear your hysterics. Your whole body shaking. You try counting to ten to calm yourself down, but can’t seem to even make it past three. The scary part is, is that you know this could happen to you anywhere. Home, at school, at work. And you can’t stop it. All you can do is break down and pray it passes quickly.
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