Endless
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Last published Sun, Aug 20, 2023
I can't be happy. Its something I just can't do. I know I tried, who knows how long I did, but I just can't manage to. I never seem to get it, you know? People say it's beacause of trauma, but I don't seem to remember anything from my past. Sometimes I get angry and "depressed", that's what my mother use to tell me, but I don't believe her. Not anymore. She lies, a lot. Nobody really knows me, I don't eather. I just feel that I don't belong anywhere. "Your different", people used to tell me. But I just felt strange, nothing really. I don't really care anymore.
In the end nothing really matters. No one really cares enough to ask anyway, and I'm fucking tired, of waiting for a response.
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