I've been crying for the past two hours, my life is a mess, and I'm solving this with a story in my mind, it hurts so much, I , there literally isn't a good choice, I must suffer everything I choose because it's the raw reality, and I feel like a kid, maybe I shouldn't be crying, maybe it's not that deep, except for me it is .
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I've been keeping everything inside, my best friend ain't my best friend anymore, I have no one who cares for me truly, I just want a normal working life, why must it be so hard? I'm tired, I truly am, and at the same time I'm disappointed for being tired, so many people have it way worse than me and I can't even imagine how hard it must be for them and I feel selfish childish and flawed, it hurts, it stings, it ain't it, I ain't right.