Writing has always been a good thing. It makes me feel a lot better, hearing the tap tap sounds, of my feelings showing up on the screen. Instead of having angry outbursts of my depressed moods, writing is more simpler.
Life is so strange. I can say this statement, because it is true. I never thought I would fall in love, but that happened. I'm glad it went poorly, because it only made me a stronger person. I have more respect towards myself now. How can someone treat me so badly, when I don't deserve it, at all. It's not fair, but life isn't. It's something I think about everyday. I try not to, but I'm reminded by people ,when they ask. I hate explaining the whole sistuation, but I can't lie about it. It makes me feel a little better inside, when I say the things. It makes me appericate the sistuation better. Being hurt is not a good thing, but having people surround me with advice and encouragement, is the only thing, making me sane.
I hope the person I'm talking to now, appreciates who I am, respects and treats me better, than Andrew did before.
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