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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

I was approaching the most terrible week in my calendar.

The nightmares have been terrible. I've been getting close to no sleep .

Sometimes people hate certain days like Monday because they never really enjoyed the're weekends fully. Personally I never hated any day I just saw each day as an opportunity but I did hate festive seasons. They were approaching and I was crumbling again,the nightmares were back and again I had no clue on how to stop them .

54.Polaris