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after bucketful of tears i still dont feel fine.
it's like my eyes have no further function other than to cry.
I'm really tired of sobbing my heart out, but after every crying session, i feel even worse than before.
why does it hurt so much inside, like the pieces of my broken heart against my skin?
no matter how hard i try to force myself not to show my vulnerable side it never works.
I thought the tears have dried up, i thought the pain has ceased but apparently not the tears keep trickling down even when i cried stop.
when will all this stop.
please.

i thought i could stand up higher than before.
i thought i could face everyone with dignity.
but all was an illusion.
i feel like ive been dragged through a thorn bush, getting myself scarred.
it hurts so much inside that i would never want to experience it again, but i always get hit over and over again.
i feel pathetic loving that someone.
i loved, you didnt.

beauty vs brains.
sorrow vs euphoria. the latter never wins.

so please dont ask me if im ok.
i'll just pretend i am.
deep down i feel miserable.


she wont be back.
i miss me.