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I put a whole bunch of pictures in my new album. My plan is to spread out the pictures I have of you so that it isn't as easy to tell that you aren't in any of the new ones. I miss you!
I feel bad when I am told of others people's sad stories because there is a part of me that tunes it all out- a part that doesn't feel bad- because I still feel like I have had it the worst and that nothing compares to what happened to us. That makes me feel like a monster sometimes.
I feel bad when I am told of others people's sad stories because there is a part of me that tunes it all out- a part that doesn't feel bad- because I still feel like I have had it the worst and that nothing compares to what happened to us. That makes me feel like a monster sometimes.