pronounced. (cay-she-a br-ee-d) I just don’t get it. How can such an innocent little girl become this fucked-up broken monster? All the suffering and mental issues are destroying all meaning to this pathetic excuse of a life. It’s like being trapped in a heart shaped box. You know you have people who care for you and you know you can talk to someone about your problems but when you snap back to the real world, it doesn’t take your pain away. It just disguises it as hope and somewhat something to provoke recovery. In reality, the pain is still there, the hatred is still there, life as it ACTUALLY is, goes on and you’re left repeating the same steps over and over and over again. That’s why I’ve given up on trying to save myself. I gave up on everything and everyone because, in the end, I know it’s not worth putting them through the disappointment of me letting them down. Well; at least I used to feel like that. Until I met HIM.All Rights Reserved
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