Life isn't meant to be all beautiful and happy and full of excitement. Sometimes life if going to be dark and dull and full of disapointments. lifes not a fairytail or a movie or a dream. theres no happy endings, what I say doesn't go, and what I hope for doesn't come true. I've just learned to shut my mouth and not say anything, because if I do say somthing it will get twisted and hurt me no matter what. And forcing me to talk only burries it deeper. Lifes like a book. Every moment is a new paragraph. Every day is a new page. Every phase is a new chapter. I can't rewrite my past, but I can write my future. I just gotta remember that I can't fight the light or hide from the dark. there isn't always a reason or a trigger.
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