I wish I could give them the same answer I normally give when they ask me how I am, how we are. That I could say (insert normal happy answer) but I can't anymore. And it sucks having to give a more, sad and pitiful answer nowadays. I feel sorry for myself.
They keep asking the same questions, because they haven't heard from me for a long time. They didn't know. It's not their fault.
It's mine. It happened because of me.
They keep asking the same questions, because they haven't heard from me for a long time. They didn't know. It's not their fault.
It's mine. It happened because of me.
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