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Lucky are those whose parents are in love.
I never want to be this person when I’m older. Actually, I never wanted to be this person at all. But I’ve become this person, and all I can do is remain optimistic that this wont be forever.
I refuse to be that woman who sits in her car for 30 minutes before joining her family inside her home. I refuse to be an unhappy wife or mother. As long as I’m living, my happiness will always come first because no unhappy person makes others happy. I will never be this unhappy with my life after I finally get the fuck out of here. I will never feel this low, I will never be this stupid girl. I’ll be happy, I’ll be free, I’ll be me. I’ll be a happy woman.
I don’t wanna die but at the same time I wouldn’t really mind.
No one cares and no one understands it and that’s making me depressed.
I fucking hate you because I wanted to stay friends. And maybe that makes me stupid, considering I was the one who cut off all remaining ties with you. But you just turned out to be a huge dickhead, just like everyone thought you were. We were in love, I was so in love with you, and now we’re absolutely nothing. That’s the part that’s a little hard for me to deal with. You were my best friend for a long time. You were my everything for some time, too. And I miss you. Not as my boyfriend, but as someone in my life. I miss you.