The past has pushed its way up to the surface and is starting to brim over. I hate it, I hate thinking about it, but it's right there. I think about the darkest hour, the worst time, the most hurtful time. I feel the sting of that time. The despair that is brought was so overwhelming I thought it would never end. Thinking about it makes my chest literally ache.
I overshared tonight. It's always the worst people. What is wrong with me. Why can't I just say goodnight and be done with it. I hate myself this week.
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