I really don’t want to exist. I’m tired of trying. I’m tired of trusting the wrong people. I’m tired of getting hurt.
Every little tidbit of information that I have to hear about him at work just kills me. I don’t want to know about the girl. I don’t want to know he bought condoms and claimed he was using them. I don’t want to know anything. I don’t want to exist. And I don’t want to feel like this big fucking joke.
Oh… I forgot to mention… I’ve been running a low grade fever the last several stays and still haven’t started. More to worry about.
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