I hate that face I see everyday in front of the mirror. I can't stand it sometimes. Sometimes I feel like breaking the damn mirror into a million pieces. I just don't feel good these days. Feel so low and so tired. I'm fighting the fatigue. Fighting the cramps. Fighting myself. Fighting the devil in me.

I feel like shit, seriously. Despite it all.

I think no matter how I put it behind me, no matter how I convinced myself that I'm ok, no matter what I do, I know deep down I'm still scarred because of it. The shit... the shit I have to take for no reason, the shit that I have to swallow. It really doesn't pay to be nice. That's all I can say.

I just want to get away. Somewhere far probably. Someone take me there please? I blame myself for all that happened.

He makes me happy. And I miss him.

And he makes me happy too. Shall make it a point to call her and bring him out. I wanna feel like a happy mother one more time. When I'm with him, I forget everything else. When I'm with him, I'm truly happy. When I'm with him, I appreciate the wonderful things in life. When I'm with him, he makes me laugh.

It's a delightful feeling.



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