First things first, context. I've lived my life until this point feeling as though I'm the only one that can take care of my problems as though by some miracle I might wake up one day suddenly all the wiser than I was the day before and like my own hero, take care of it all.
But I can't.
Every time the thoughts and feelings finally manage to escape my own subconscious; I absorb them all over again and try to never let them escape. At some point I won't be able to do it and I'll lose to them.
This is the journey to the end.
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Dear Future Me, The Things I Never Got To Say
Short Storya look into the 85% of my life I've hid from everyone in my life.
