the hardest thing to do in life is to pretend to be what you're not. because pretending is hard. lying to yourself every waking hour of everyday isn't easy. i know that i'm lucky and should be grateful for everything i have, what gets me are those things, those people who i have lost, who have left me, those whose life has been pushed away from me. i pretend that they never mattered, that i couldn't be happier, but the truth is i feel so incomplete, so unhappy, so empty of any hope whatsoever. i hate who we’ve all become.
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