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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.

Today is one of those days where I wake up and say welp hope it doesn't go as yesterday.

I am having the worst day of my life and it's only 10:46.

I fucked up that's what I did . I made a joke and someone took it the wrong way. I know I messed up but the thing is I don't know how to rectify my doing. I've thought about everything I could possibly do but I haven't come up with a solution yet. It's like the universe just wants me to suffer. I feel like am dying inside. I feel like I am tired but I don't want to give up. Life couldn't get any worse than this.

67|A series of unfortunate events.