Seven days in a week. A routine of madness. Over and over. I am alone. Nothing changes. I come home, I do my work, pretend to be friends, pretend to love some of my relatives and then I am alone in my room for hours. I don't want to come out and I just want to be alone where I can tell myself that being alone is the best thing for me and that no one can hurt me but me. I can cry, heal myself and be alone.
Forever.
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Short StoryI'm unwanted, unloved, ugly and a lot of other things that begin with the letter "U." So read the horrible truth of my unfolding and inevitable insanity. Because I don't give a fuck anymore. No one does. So what's the point? Non-Fiction #21 [24. May...
