You know when you're assuming something but you don't know if its true and then that small piece of information comes in and you know everything that you thought of was true.
I hate that its true and I understand that there was nothing I could do, but like I really tried and I'm really tired of this always happening, of people, my friends leaving.
You know I was so suffocated with family that I actually turned to my friends as support, as someone to depend on. Its just that no one seems to find that in me, no one seems to find the reason to stay and depend on me like I think friends are supposed to do.
So there must be a reason right, if its a repeating thing. Its just I put so much faith in so many good hearted people that don't even know that what they're doing hurts, burns, into me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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De TodoThis is not a story, it is a messy book filled with paragraphs, written by a person with a messy life or maybe just a messy mind. Please feel free to skip around or not read this at all, and please always feel free to stop reading if things get stic...
