Wednesday, January 4, 2017
01/04/2017
I cried so much every day. The tears are back. I can get through this. I can get through this. This will pass. It will.
I hope my future self can tell me that this will pass. I cannot stand this anymore. I don't want to live another day. I don't want to wake up tomorrow. I wish to be run over by a car. I wish this pain will disappear. I don't want to live.
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