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I could use the distraction. Because lately whenever I’m by myself, the silence seems to echo louder than someone screaming directly in my face.

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So I suppose I am able to care about things… They’re just not things that will help me in any real way. In fact, it seems like the things I care about are things that will ultimately fuck me over. It’s a great spot to be in.

B.

If anyone has a vial of poison they’d like to slip into my coat pocket, now’s the time.

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B.

Time went by but ıt didn't pass

The devastation of it all is weighing on my shoulders. I can barely carry it anymore… This terrible, awful truth I hold is so very exhausting. Whether I feel different or not, it doesn’t matter. I can run from every person, every place that reminds me of my past, but it’s still always there. Distraction, denial, avoidance… they don’t work. Because I’m still broken inside, and nobody fucking cares.

B.

Good people get hurt, bad ones walk free, and things just happen. Chaos within an infinite, spiraling cosmic circus. The only thing we can do is have faith in us, find beauty in the pain, and laugh as much as possible.