I never thought it could get worse. Yes, I am getting worked up about it. I know it wasn't that big a deal but it is at the same time. She never told me about it and I can see all the things she has been saying about me.
I am strong. I don't care what people say about me as long as I don't hear it. Those words I am able to hear, bounce in my already manic mind. It collects things. You are adding to the pain and unbearable anguish I suffer through everyday.
You don't know what it is like to be sad to wake up the next day.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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