3 hours of sleep and a hangover from hell.
I made a fool of myself once again. I hate arguing with you. I realized that it wasn't me you wanted to be with.
The dreams are starting to come back. I secretly enjoy them. It's the only way to feel close to you.
My heart aches more than I could ever imagined it could.
Everything else is numb.
You are killing every part of me, inch by inch...
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