I’m beginning to think I don’t either… Which is depressing and disappointing…
I pride myself on willpower. It’s supposed to be why I’m still alive. Why I suffered through everything and kept going. But if I really can’t take it, and so many others can, what does that make me?
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I didn’t mind at first… It was just a thing… But the more I’m exposed to them, the more it hurts me… It’s not fair that they have to live like that…