Of all the things that go unsaid.
Undifferentiated Nothingness
2.15.2006
Nothing left for me.
I really have to quit spending so much time on other people. It's killing me. All I ever do is try to make everyone else happy. Where's my happiness? I get built up, then crushed.
I'm losing myself.
And it hurts.
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