I'M ALONE.
And I hate it.
I hate coming back to an empty room, eating with my laptop, sleeping with misery because it fucking hurts.
My phone is the only thing that links me to you.
I doubt you can hear it, my heart.
It's screaming:
please, don't let me be alone too much, it's becoming unbearable.
It's screaming.
It's always been screaming.
But it's not your fault.
It's mine.
Will you fix me?
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What's with March? It's the most volatile month of my life, I've never cried so much within such a short span of time.
Why?
Well, March is at its end. We'll see how April turns out.
