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one week down, two to go(hopefully) I flipped out and blurted it out to my family out of anger and frustration because I'm tired of being hated and scapegoated and for whatever reason I'm stupid enough to still want to explain myself and seek their approval. I kept it secret because I knew they wouldn't care anyway. Shit they wouldn't care if I myself had it, much less the only person who has never made me feel anything less than deserving of love and being treated like a human being and like someone of value to the world.
I want to be by myself until he comes back. I wish I could be happier and more hopeful because he's only got two more weeks. I'm just scared and angry and confused why this happened to him, when he really deserves all the happiness in the world and to not hurt and suffer.
I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I can not imagine life without him, I don't want to, and I refuse to live it.
I want to be by myself until he comes back. I wish I could be happier and more hopeful because he's only got two more weeks. I'm just scared and angry and confused why this happened to him, when he really deserves all the happiness in the world and to not hurt and suffer.
I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I can not imagine life without him, I don't want to, and I refuse to live it.