Why is a good day always followed by the realisation of how little you really mean? You listen to someone tell you that you do matter to them (all the while wondering if it is really true). Then the next day, it is proved you should not have let yourself believe.
Someone, who thinks you aren't down enough, wants to kick you and make you slip further.
If that's not bad enough, two people you love who profess to love you, fuck you over.
Well, I hope they are happy, because they have succeeded. I can't even wish them happiness, because knowing them both as well as I do, it won't lead to happiness.
But, maybe it is my misery that makes them happy. In that case, they have succeeded.
Well done! Enjoy!
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Here, here hon....
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