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I wish I could say that I've managed to push my stupid problems away.

But as insignificant as they seem, they are consuming me.

The voice who tells me that I'm worthless is back, incessantly whispering despicable things in my head. It makes me want to scream.

But I don't.

Instead, I cry. Quietly and carefully, into my pillow as I look at the picture of Cara at Kev's Diner. She's forever frozen there, in that lie of a picture.

It's a lie because she killed herself months later. Which is just too soon. Too fucking soon. Something was already wrong by then. There's something sinister going on in her mind, though she smiles.

And I will never know exactly what it was.

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