Even when you’re here, I feel like you’re not here. I still feel alone. It sucks, but because of you, I wish for something else. I want what someone else has. I get jealous when I see pictures of how great other people’s lives have turned out. At the end, I ask myself, “Why can’t I be this happy?” Am I looking for something that is already in front of me? Ugh. =(
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