"But moving on from him is impossible, when I still see it all in my head."
I'm so sick of feeling so miserable, so damn sick of it. Sometimes it's like I try so hard to piece myself back together, and the next moment I'm broken again. And I hate how that feels. I hate it so much. Sometimes I feel like I've found the strength, and then I'll lose it along the way. Then it all comes back again. And it sucks. It really does.
I guess I forgot how it was like to feel genuinely happy.
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Waiting for my dental report to be out, I can't wait to know if I need those braces. Maybe the pain from them on my teeth would take away the pain elsewhere, and give me something else to focus on. Just maybe.