Dear me,I'm sorry that you tried so desperately to fix others, when your own hands were shaking. I'm sorry that I didn't give you enough time to heal, that I let you seal the wounds of everyone else whilst your own were bleeding. I'm sorry that there were days that smiling hurt but you force yourself to laugh so no one had to worry about you. I'm sorry that you gave all of your time and effort to people that didn't give the same amount back. I'm sorry that there were nights when you cried yourself to sleep and no one bothered to undersatnd why. And I am so sorry that I can't love you. Like you deserved to be loved.
#100th Chapter
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Depressed to Impressed
Non-Fiction"Just because you're living doesn't mean you're alive" 🏅#2 in depression 🏅#3 in hell