To be loved (or not)
I am so tired. 17 days ago my father passed away and with him my scarce will to live. I keep seeing and understanding things, way too much; Attending therapy for so long, going to the psychiatrist, having access to information and knowledge in general is such a curse. As well as having the best long-term memory known to humanity. I can’t stop noticing how much of a burden and also a joke I am to…
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