Secrets are tough, but the truth hurts too
I recently started to post stuff here again. I’ve always had a diary, but i decided to stop writing once this book is finished. This is probably where i’ll blurt my random thoughts and feelings. Maybe nobody will read... but you never know who you could reach out to.
Recently my anxiety has gotten the better of me. I made alot of decisions that i regret. Said things out of fear and doubt. I don’t want to be hurtful to other people... especially not the ones i care about. But i seem to be quite good at it anyways. I never asked somebody to leave, and hoped they would do the opposite this much before. The things i needed to hear was said when it was too late... was it?
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