4:39 pm
i have lost my romanticism. i used to have a love for happiness and a passion for sadness. i just want to feel the romanticism of something. at the moment everything feels dull, and it keeps getting duller and duller. maybe i shouldnt be too concerned for myself, yet i am. im just another heartbroken girl who will learn to heal her hurting heart. it's been seven days and so far i have survived.
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late night journal.
Short StoryA collection of middle of the night journal entries from a girl who's heart has been broken. Each chapter is a from a new night or day. No capitalization on purpose. *Possible triggers*
