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Eight

I'm sick of pretending what they say and do doesn't get to me.
Cause it does.
Even if they don't know it.
Or maybe they do.
Maybe that's why they do it?
Because they know how much it hurts me.
Because of my reaction.
So yeah.
I'm not really sick of that I guess.

You know what I'm actually sick of...
The crying.

The crying.
Every day.
In school.
After school.

They say it's good to cry.
But I cry too much.

And then it's not good.
Is it?

Crying is good because you let all your emotions out.

You know what, recently I haven't been crying as much.

It's cause I have nothing left of me to cry out.

I'm drained.
I'm a drained version of myself.
My previous self.
This is the new me.
The permanently drained me.