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So in honor of life, I give to you,
the visual diary of blah




This weekend is the one I felt the most alone in my entire life.
I can't seem to stop sobbing to myself.
Looking at the sorry state I'm in, I don't even recognise myself anymore.
Why must the person I love hurt me the most?
This goes the same for my friends, except that handful.
Am I that easy to be walked in and walked out on?
I feel all drained out.
Staring at all the happy photos on my desk, I feel worse.
I am not insane.
I have been too generous.
To the extent, I'm always the one left crying here.
On my very own.