Dear paper,
It was night. It was quiet. I was thinking. And then I was crying. I juts suddenly started crying, paper. You know these times– sorry. You don’t know these times or any other times. I mean, you’re just a sheet of paper. No offense.
Anyway.
There are these times when I know I’m okay, I’m sure of it. But a part of me is just tired. And then I’m thinking. And then I think about old memories or people that left or things that have been and are not now, and then I can’t help it. I just can’t help it, paper. It all just huts so much and I’m really in pain and I have to be quiet and I tell myself to not cry and it doesn’t help– it doesn’t work.
It just hurts.
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I don't even know what this is; it doesn't make sense.. but it happened to me many times and.. I don't know, just wanted to write it down. Tell me your opinions?
Thanks for reading and have a great day/night and stay lovely and all those things, hehe!
