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Every month feels like a day. i don't know if i'm happy, i feel like my life is full of small lies to not let anyone/anything too close to knowing the truth about me. He knows though. I hope he loves me despite what he knows. I don't think i expected to still be with him 3 years ago today. It seemed so impossible. Maybe i'm just afraid to be alone. I said it. It's just hard to actually do something about. Sometimes i think i'm just waiting for something else to come along, and if it doesn't i still have him, right? Horrible way to think/be. I can't help it.
Sometimes i think i'm afraid to meet new people because i feel like something inside me is missing. I feel like i lost it, whatever it was that made me me. i feel like i don't have time for interests, or anything, all i can handle is the minimal neccesities of my life. That sucks. It feels pathetic.
i'm developing a problem. and while its not serious i know its a problem.




