Today, I finally realized how little me and my well-being means to people. People will kill me inside and turn around and walk away. Nothing would change if I'm no longer here. You'll hurt for awhile but then you'll carry on like I didn't mean a thing. But during that time you hurt, I'm Sorry.
April/Eighth/2019 8:33 PM
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I'm Not Okay (I promise)
Non-FictionWhen ever I feel bad and I don't have someone to talk to I come on here and write Trigger warning
