I completed this book called "A rollercoaster ride" and it was so fun in the starting, and then in the end it turned out one was just a pig the entire time, but then I thought about it more and more, and I understood that no, no it's actually very normal to react that, and that it's fine. Then I started thinking that if there's any problem with me only maybe I have made myself so much accepting that I never look at the down sides of things. I want to cry, I really want to.
I miss 6th April 2017, 24th December 2018, 23rd March 2019, 12th April, 13th May, 6th June, 26th September 2020, 9th June 2021, 29th June 2022.......
The rest are more important to me than these. I hate these dates. And these days were good, in some way or another but at the end, it was pure shit. And I remember each and everything, and I fucking hate every bit of it. Things I read, I hear, I watch, I hate all of it. And ultimately I was a narcissist too, maybe still am. What do I have except some pretty words and the fact the distance between us. And ok I'm all sorry, it went from all sad to all lovey dovey "cringe" I guess. I don't want anything, I can't ask you anything.
I hope this finds you ......
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