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I don't get why I just can't be happy.
I feel like everytime I get happy, I remind myself that I'm happy and then I think of what happened this fall. I'm never going to forgive myself for what I did. I'm never going to let myself be happy.
I pray for the time when I can officially just put this all behind me.
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"The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air."
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 18