i hate valentines.
i hate christmas.
i hate birthdays.
i hate any other occasions that indirectly, in a way or two, gives me hope.

i hate to live with hope.
maybe i can deal without it.
maybe i can never be happy again.
but there will be no more tears.

i hate myself.

1:50 AM

twentyy something
typical aquarius

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