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Sometimes I wish other people could see how horrible he really is. Lately I've been hoping for the worst. It's my own fault because I fall for it every time. I let people walk all over me. I don't feel like being happy maggie at all anymore. I've perfected the art of pretending everything is sunshine and roses. But at times like these, it gets hard to put the happy face on and make like nothing is wrong. Especially when you don't wanna talk about it to people who you know don't care. They're only asking you what's wrong because you're killing their buzz and they feel obligated to ask. I'm sad and angry and frustrated and sad and tired. I'm done.