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Some people arn't meant to be happy. Some people are expendable. And some people are stupid because they keep trying, even when they know this... even when it keeps happening to them, the exact same thing everytime, but they just keep trying. But then some people give up. Some people lose their strength when the battles are too close together. Some people can become so afraid... but by then everything that could comfort them is gone.
Why do I spend so much time trying. No matter how nice someone thinks I am... no one ever wants to keep me. And it's always so cold... they completely cut me off and I'm left by myself to just let the pain fester and rot inside me. Each time I put more and more of myself in them to keep them and they just still don't want me. They let me get so deep and then pull out right from under my feet. Don't they understand I don't want to be alone..
What difference does it make if I write or not. I'm wasting my time. I hate being alive.