Warrior
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Preview: I just began to think. I just stood there thinking about how or why he even kissed me. I’m no one special and I never will be. The feelings I have inside are the darkest things anyone has ever seen, like someone’s turned out the lights and all you see is complete and utter darkness. The demons in my mind telling me to do horrible things to myself to make the emotional pain go away. But who cares anyway? Certainly not my mom. Certainly not me. I don’t care. I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care. That’s all I keep saying to myself. Because if I keep saying it than maybe I will start believing it. I don’t care and I shouldn’t care. Why? Do you know what happens when people care? When people feel? When people show emotion? They fall in love. They fall in love and then they get hurt. Over and over again, everyone gets hurt from this stupid thing called love. Love, love, love. What is the point of love? What good does it do? Absolutely nothing. Pain but that’s all. Because in the end love will never work out I mean why would it. Why should love work out? Love is just a disease. I gave up on it years ago. Here I just was a minute ago talking about how I want Jason to kiss me. But that’s just it. I don’t know what I want anymore. I never really do. I say something, I mean another, and I do something else totally different. Does that even make sense? No I guess not.
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I really don't remember the last time I was happy even my childhood memories I honestly don't remember having a bubbly childhood like any other kids ,my life has always been miserable and honestly learned how to adapt to that. you honestly smile over something stupid , laugh over a cracked joke for a few minutes and there's that thing that triggers that you just had enough and you should stop and your mood just goes down and there's nothing to do about it. It's like the inner you always wakes up fucked up more than you are fucked up and tells you that you just sad and you gonna stay that way until you take out the anger on something or someone but you know what something always has to be the blade, permanent scars on how bad it was ,a daily reminder on how life is and how sadness over comes you at times actually not at times but everytime and on the someone part , you hurt people that honestly try to reach out to you and show you how much they care about you but you just had it with everyone and everything and you want no one caring about your feelings and giving a fuck about you because you can't reciprocate the feelings. You can't find yourself caring about anyone else but you but still can't care about yourself enough to feel safe or protected , he was the only one that made me feel alive and I lost him but what hurts more is losing someone and only realizing later what they meant to you.

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