Every passing day is a new day. A new day. The very first day I'm without Monet. This is the very first February 26th I've ever lived without my beloved monet.
Every day is the first time I'm actually without her.
Fuck guys.. what do I do...
I hate myself but I'm not doing anything about it.. I just let it eat me alive yet I go to school and act like nothing is happening. I live and feel emotions as if I've forgotten about my actual life, the pain I should feel, the despair. What's wrong with me
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