I'm broken...my entire life...everything that has gone wrong I've created.
Now I'm stuck in a cycle of unhappiness I create myself. I pretty face is no use when you only use it to cover up the ugliness that is inside.
eh, nobody reads this anymore.
Now it's only a matter of time, slowly awaiting the moment when I will end. (myself)
goodnight.
"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
― Sylvia Plath
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