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So, we broke up. I haven't cried yet and I haven't fallen to pieces, I think that's just because my family is constantly around though. I don't know.
Every single day seems harder than the last, especially now that I'm back home. I don't understand why this always ends up happening to me.
I'm not letting everyone else take the blame, a lot of it is my fault.

I just don't want things to be rough anymore.
I just want to be okay.
I just want to lay in a field of grass, be loved and held, read and write, be carefree. I just want to be alfuckingright.