In the end it's him and I
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toothbrush in my mouth. I have to hurry otherwise i am going the miss the bus which is the last thing i want. I ran
ody hell now my shoes are broken. What a fabulous start to my day. Now i have to go back to my house and
urse today nature decided it wants to make me suffer. I am almost near my cabin door ju
o i just apologized. Thankfully today he isn't in the mood to mess with me.
an remember. So when i heard there is a job which literally pays you to read books and review them.
asted how it felt and got my heart broken. Now i avoid reading such books. Don't want to trigger my trauma. I avoid everything
y have a happy ending. Same old bullshit. Real life doesn't work like that. I thre
ng as it sounds. Being alone doesn't bother me like many people. Infact i adore my solitude and peace. I fail to understand why people look for love to fill their loneline
p in my bed and read a thriller. I am crossing the road when a car stopped just inches away from me.
.Looks like mother nature isn't done making me suffer yet. i want to cry out of frustration. I just want to go
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