Everything hurts.
Let's escape this messed up word called life.
If you have anything to say, why not say it to my face. I hate being insulted over publicity. Don't tell me not to cry, it's called sensitivity. I don't cry for attention. People cry because they're sad, or hurt. I'm sure I don't know myself, and we all make mistakes. Stupid ones too, perhaps. I'm tired of apologizing over nothing. I don't know how this started, and I don't think I want to know why. It hurts to know, when you think you have a real friend, and then that friend doesn't do anything to help.
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