Writing is the only comfort I have; it is the only way to express all my emotions and feelings without having to talking about it with someone. I don’t know if I’m never going to recover from this. I think this time I over did it and the worst thing is that I can’t take it back. I can’t even describe the feeling that I’m feeling right now. I feel this pain inside, a pain that is killing me every second. It’s hard to pretend that everything is alright when it’s not. I have to pretend that nothing happen in reality something happen.
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