Does it happen with you or is it only me, that whatever positive, extremely good happen to you it doesnt matter how much happy you are at the moment you know what is going to happen when you are alone with yourself at 3 am in the morning, that pain, that sadness returns all over again and this cycle of melancholy and infinite sadness repeats itself all over again and again in an never ending cycle. Whats the purpose of waking up when you know today you are gonna feel more crappy the yesterday. No matter what happens i cant seem to find the secret. The secret that every fuckin body have around me. The secret of being normal. The secret to being in normal healthy relationships like everybody else. The secret of not being sad without any reason.
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A memoir In despair
Randomi dont know what this book is about i just write what i feel nothing filtered, no bullshit
