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I’m sick of pretending.
The hardest thing to do in life is to pretend to be what you’re not. Because pretending is hard. Lying to yourself every waking hour of everyday isn’t easy. I know that I’m lucky and should be grateful for everything I have, what gets me are those things, those people who I have lost, who have left me, those whom life has pushed away from me. I pretend that they never mattered, that I couldn’t be happier, but the truth is I feel so incomplete, so unhappy, so empty of any hope whatsoever. I hate myself. I hate what I’ve become. I hate that I can’t just move on like any normal human being can.
What if…I’m pretending?
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