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I just can't stand this shit everything I do to make myself stop feeling this way it just won't let me be. I just the thought of having any type of feeling because one thing for sure no one will understand no one ever does. Nature is the only thing that could put me at a good state of mind but I can't have that anymore my peace everything is taking away from me. My name is Jaël I'm Haitian and Cuban I've been living here in America for almost six fucking year got no friends what I mean by friends someone that I can count on to understand to trust not to only remember I exist because you in the need of something. People trust to. Believe that I have to much baggage it's cool tho I want bring them to nor would I kiss yo ass to try as of now I have a friend but guess what bitchhh it's a long distance friendships to bad I kno but hey at lease I have someone to brag too when ever I feel like it shit like this make me feel so clingy but Ohhh well they might as well deal with ma ass cause ain't no way I think I'll be able to deal with a heartache. No because shit like this will want me go back to square one again and let all my walls and gates be my protector where no one should try to talk to me ask me questions if I'm okay I hate that like yes damn I'm fine are you fine Ohhh ok.
With that I go back to my zone mans I expect you to do the same if not my silence will let you kno that I don't want to be bothered. It is that simple take a hint.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 05, 2016 ⏰

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