Day 8. None of my friends are talking to me, but I don’t blame them after the s*** I pulled. That’s ok. I don’t need anyone. I’ve always been alone. It doesn’t bother me anymore. I’ve accepted it. I still refuse to give in to hatred and despair.
Day 8. None of my friends are talking to me, but I don’t blame them after the s*** I pulled. That’s ok. I don’t need anyone. I’ve always been alone. It doesn’t bother me anymore. I’ve accepted it. I still refuse to give in to hatred and despair.