So yesterday night I had this breakdown. It wasn't fun tbh. Like, how is it that when I have to take a decision, like if we do hang out or not, I go and cry about it. I'm such a pussy, I can't believe. I hope this doesn't happen again, or else I'll definitely won't survive it.
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RandomThis is not really a story, but more like a compilation of stuff I write to get it off my chest.
