I’m sorry. I won’t be here much longer. Not on purpose. I think I find comfort in stories of love because I thought I had it before. Just abusive. Now I have less to no chance of family anymore. Probably pathetic but thank you to the authors who hear me out. Joy is so limited in my life. I’m 36 and running out. I’d like to call it scatterbrained. I’m so happy to find this app after years. Funny, innit. I spent my life with anxiety and 30+ years with hair loss alopecia. Thought my hair came back but it never stopped there. I just want whoever sees this. To remember they are important. Don’t doubt yourself. Everyone I’ve ever spoke to on here are absolutely brilliant. I wish I had a single percent of your talent. Thank
You again for all you people have done and I hope to be around for some
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