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I finally know.

I finally know what's wrong with me.

A burden to everyone I meet. To the people unfortunate enough to be related to me by blood. To the friends who are now just mere acquaintances. To the people I have never'd even talked to before in my whole life.

I take everyone and everything for granted. I've become so blinded by living in the moment that everything is all over the place like it doesn't even matter. I've become so selfish that I didn't stop the most important people in my life from walking away --- and here I am regretting everything I didn't do. I've become so hopeless, that I just stopped. I stopped doing the things that were once my escape from reality. I stopped putting effort into everything. I stopped being the happy, kind, innocent girl everyone expected me to be and turned into a heartless bitch who was born under the name of those undeserving of such shame.

I was good.

But everything started to fall apart.