Ever since she died, the hate comments started to get to me again. I started cutting and pushing people out. My personality changed, the way I dress and the way I treat people. I lock myself in my room most of the time and will only come out if forced to. I also became more introvert and quiet. So basically, I changed A LOT.
I'm not like that when she's still with me. I changed because I can't do it without her. I can't handle life without her.
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omg I wrote this years ago and it's still getting reads and views. didn't expect that. be safe everyone. ❤️ love always
'Even the voices inside of my head hate me.'