Glass houses.

I’m losing it, bit by bit.

 

When you love someone it should matter, it should make a difference, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t change a damn fucking thing. 

Why am I here? Why are you here, dear reader? 

 

I’m not sure if i get the joke, the punchline makes little to no sense. Stagnant. 

 

Today was supposed to be a good day. 

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