1 a.m. conversations with the ceiling

Why? It’s not fair. How could they do that? I’m sick of being hated for existing. Why do they hate me so much? What did I do? It’s not my fault. I can’t do anything. Why? I could have saved her. I failed. Please forgive me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

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