Writing isn’t really my thing

But I have nowhere to turn. I have no one to turn to. So insteAd I burden the universe here so that I can get through one more day. So I can exist for him… Which is all I’ve ever been good for. Although I do make a good pumpkin pie. 

It would be easier to exist for him if he would stop calling me stupid or telling me to just get over things that have hurt me. 

I am so fucking alone.

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