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[skatefreak1179]

now Well the tragic poet returns .... The dream is over ... we broke up me and shayna. It wasn’t easy for her to tell me the truth which im sure has been long suppressed and it wasn’t easy to hear but it had to be done. Now im here broken again writing in this journal not knowing if anyone even still reads it. I had to let it out thought or it would eat me from the inside out. Now unlike before when i had my unwavering thoughts on love i question it ... I question god ... I question this shitty world. I guess love isn’t real but a dream; a story parents tell their kids to make feel good. it doesn’t matter how hard you work it doesn’t matter how strong you think your love is time will eat away at it. Just like our shitty human bodies and our minds. Love is only a word ... and it isn’t real. Or at lest that’s what i tell myself to make the pain stop. Sure i could be drunk of high but why try to hide from the pain it will never go away.
I will never be the same and i will never trust love again. fuck strange how everything goes in cycles.