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i was doing so well. i think i still am. i don't know. fuck you, valentine's day. fuck you and reminding me this is the first time i've been single in years. fuck you and making me remember him and instead of being angry, or indifferent, being sad, tearing up as i fall asleep.
at least i'm writing. even if it's drivel. i do not know what is wrong with me now. but i can't sleep through the night well. i feel like I JUST GOT PAST a period where my depression was acting up, and here comes another one. effffml.
(oh also slightly inebriated, in case this makes little sense, at least it makes writing easier at times)
at least i'm writing. even if it's drivel. i do not know what is wrong with me now. but i can't sleep through the night well. i feel like I JUST GOT PAST a period where my depression was acting up, and here comes another one. effffml.
(oh also slightly inebriated, in case this makes little sense, at least it makes writing easier at times)