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So, is this it? Is this what I want(ed)?
Days go by, as empty as usual. I feel like a robot, I am a machine.  I do not think about my feelings during week days, but once Friday arrives, it all comes undone: This mask I wear washes off and my skin hurts. My eyes load with the pain I didn't process and my mind and thoughts begin to haunt me.
Loneliness can hurt so much. Loneliness is a real thing. So real it makes me do things out of desesperation. But I'd rather not write about them right now.
Where do I go with this life of mine? Am I saling this boat or just going with the tides? I don't even know where I'm standing. ..