Ugh I'm so sad, more than words can explain. I'm so sad that just the thought of my sadness makes my stomach hurt. I'm so sad that the thought of missing him makes me want to throw up. I'm so sad that the thought of him makes me want to put a gun to my head and pull the trigger. I'm so sad that the thought of ending my pain doesn't seem like an ending at all.
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Hazy Nights
Novela JuvenilSpring had lost everything she had ever worked for. These are her daily entries from her journal that she had begun writing inside of in early January of 2015 - September 2015.
