I've started smoking again.
And listening to sad songs.
And crying.
Please go away,
whatever this is.
This storm, this fatigue.
Sometimes when people ask me if I'm okay just for courtesy, I'm tempted to jump into their arms and cry. I feel like I'm hanging on to something that is constantly trying to shake me off. And I am tired of holding on. Why am I still holding on?
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