Are You Happy Now…? (I’m Not.)
More often than not lately, I end up sitting here in my cave, at my desk, what is supposed to be my sanctuary from everyone and everything, in tears. Crying over things that shouldn’t even fucking matter. Things easily fixable, and yet to some people they are so broken and fucked up, that unless they beat me down into within an inch of me wanting to strangle myself, there is no way of fixing…
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