i'm tired of being alone. and i'm tired of feeling empty. and i'm tired of crying every day. all the time. i feel so unbelievably worthless. i hate that i pull into my driveway i and i secretly hope his car will be here when i get home, but it never is. i hate that i still have his clothes. i hate that all i want to do is talk to him, to be in his
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