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its late now, and for today and yesterday i didnt really think anymore. anymore. at least i managed to. and now it dosent seem to hurt much anymore. Its just getting tiring. Tiring for giving and giving and in the end people seem to take you for granted and you feel so unappreciated. For, ttrying to make everything seem okay when i myself, dont feel right or in the mood at all. and you just find yourself the only one, you can rely on, really.ah, fuck.
♥ 1:19 AM