Tuesday, August 27, 2024

I am tired. So tired of crying. Of caring. NO ONE else cries for me or about anything I am or have been through.

 tired of crying for the pain of others ..the things they have gone through, the suffering, the misery, the death they have undergone

all the tears i have cried in my life for empathizing with others are actually completely worthless

they dont give one or two shits about any possible injury or loss i have experienced

in fact they probably rejoice knowing i have suffered or am in pain


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