How could I ever think that anyone could love me? I'm a fuck up. I'm not loveable. I never have been. Everyone lies to me. Everyone leaves eventually. I'm not important. People forget about me easily. Replace me. It's bound to happen over and over again.
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Journal of Feelings
RandomThis book isn't anything special. This is just a place where I can openly write about my feelings and about everything that's going on around me in the world. It won't be updated often, and I don't expect anyone to read this. It's just an escape of...
