it's been a few days of me not being able to write. the pit in my stomach should be fading away, the pain in my chest when i think about him, about us, does not seem to cease. apparently,this is what i get for depending so much on another human, even though i never realized how much i depended on him. i am exhausted, i want this to end.
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late night journal.
ContoA collection of middle of the night journal entries from a girl who's heart has been broken. Each chapter is a from a new night or day. No capitalization on purpose. *Possible triggers*
