monologue:

lost, broken and confused.

everyday i manage to ask myself " God, why me? it's kinda hard dealing with the lost of my parents at the age of 15, it's hard to let go when i wasn't ready to. i've officially given up on hope, happiness, everything." i say write in my journal.

☽ meanwhile ☾

"i've finally found her, it's impossible to believe that she might be the one, my forever."

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