and sometimes it's laughing it all away. sometimes it's all blank. all grey. all empty. a nothingness. other times, overwhelming. sometimes it's being there for everyone but not letting anybody know what goes on in your life. even the smallest things. even those you constantly speak to. the people you love more than anything. but, they don't even know you. they don't know any of this. and how could they possibly love you when you're obsessed with tearing yourself apart? it's all you know. it's all you've ever done. because everything is fucking fine and just SO great. there's no point in explaining. there's no point at all. this is all bullshit and the world is sick.
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