Don't you just hate when you make up conversations or situations that you know will never exist? And you make those situations or conversations because in them, you're not alone in your suffering. And when you wake up and see reality, you feel heartbroken for reasons you can't place. Because you're alone. And no understands or cares because if they did, you wouldn't be alone. I wish I wasn't alone.
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