Everything's fine when I play their game. Its only when they need something from me. If I do it its okay and I deal with what I have on top of it but if I don't Im some horrible person even though they don't care about me. They never have. And now...I deal with it all alone again. Because he's gone. But hey, whats another month or two mean compared to 8 or so years?
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I suck at life
RandomIm not good at saying whats on my mind...or expressing myself in general. So I'll write I guess. Something that let's me know this is real, no matter how I feel about any of it. If you suffer from depression etc. this is my trigger warning.
