So, here goes. Being alone makes me sad, and for a while I thought I’d get used to it. I’ve been alone for so long, and I thought the sad part of it all would disappear, but it stays. Every night, I sit in bed and loneliness swallows me whole. I struggle with sleeping and overthinking. It’s a buzzkill, and I hate it. Some day I hope I can get past it. Some day I hope I can fall asleep and be happy. The whole being sad thing is exhausting. I’m tired. All the time. Have you ever been so young but felt so old? That’s the kind of tired I am. I’m the ninety-years-old kind of tired, the kind of
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