this is me.

Feb. 17, 2014

Still February 22 here. I also wrote this a few days ago.

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Dear Paige, 

I'm lost.

The path I took was a trap.

At the end of the road, was a chaotic storm.

A storm.

A storm of tears.

A storm of anger.

A storm of fury.

A storm of mixed negative emotions.

And there's no way out.

Although I grew attached to these emotions, considering I did grown up there. 

Wait.

There's a way out.

Death.

But, I couldn't give up. Even if I wanted/had to.

As I was in this hell, the other pained people told me to not give up ang always have hope.

Because someday I will be free. I will be happy. 

And I will be loved.

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Giving up doesn't solve anything. It ends everything, even the happiness-at least a bit- that is deep down in your heart.

Being happy is a choice.