Unfixable
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Last published Mon, Dec 9, 2013
"I'm sorry for your loss."
The five words you never want to hear, but you're bound to hear them at some point. At some point everyone feels that pain, you know the one. The one that's deep down inside of you, eating away at you from the inside out. Until you can't control it anymore, and everything shows on your face and how you act. Like your body has turned into a canvas, and it shows the world what you have become. Or like you are a leaky faucet and your emotions are the water, that just won't stop. Whether you have been on the receiving end of it or not, you all know what I'm talking about. Anyway, I think I'm feeling that times a hundred right now, I'm just an emotional wreck.
Whatever.
I don't know if this was supposed to be depressing, but I guess that's just my emotions. I find this whole idea stupid anyway, honestly how is this going to do anything? But apparently i should listen to the councilor, they say that he can supposedly help me get through this "Faze."
I'm Blake by the way.
Well I don't really know how this thing works, but I guess that's it for now. Bye?
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October 30, 2013.
Publisher: GoGoGo123
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