That's pretty much it. Tearing up again for no reason.
Wish I'd be really happy.
I hate it when people catch me in a bad mood, and starts to talk sarcastically. I hate myself when I have a bad day. PERIOD. I hate myself for crying myself to sleep every time because of this bullshit that's going through my head.
Oh boy, what would happen now? :(
You want to talk this over. Then, we'll be okay again. But what if I don't want to talk? Does that mean that I don't want to fix this?
Maybe, just maybe. I'm losing hope to fix this.
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