Tearstained pillow case. I saw it. I always did. I knew I'm not their prioritize.
They are happy. Be happy for them. But I can't.
Why does it still hurts.
Broken promises. I freaking knew it.
Why am I so emotional. Stop crying. Stop hurting.
Silent tears. Ungodly hours. I don't want to feel this anymore.
It hurts.
Think positive. But I can't. My head hurts. My chest hurts. And my breathe.
Don't hope anymore. Never hope. It won't change. They won't change. Have been years. Centuries. They are still the same.
Maybe I am to blame.
- I
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RandomHappy and not so happy thoughts. Random things. - English is my second language. - the photos are not mine
