Raw

What is the point of having a blog if you have to embellish everything you type to mask the disease in your thoughts?

What is the point of having everything in the world, if none of it can make you happy? And knowing people, if its too hard to let them know you?

I hate nights like this.

I hate doing bloodtests, reading shit on the internet, and wearing a brave(er) face than I really have.

Mostly, I just hate how noone can ever talk to me about it.

Because honestly, if you can't see it, it can't be there can it???? I wish it worked that way.

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