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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.

<p>No one really liked empathy. I felt disgusted when people felt sorry for me. I always wanted everything to be doing okay . I never wanted to go to someone to ask for help. Humans were wierd people and wicked. It was in many occasions that people you trusted the most turned on you. There were secrets that you would never tell anyone but only told one person. They would use it for their own benefit or hold it on your head over something.</p>

<p>I never wanted to feel inferior before someone I always tried to make my life look as normal as possible. Asking for help was too much help for me and asking it from alot if people was the gravest mistake someone would ever do. What if you guys had a quarrel one day and they blurted it out to people? How would people see me? I never wanted people to judge me so the bubble around my life was pretty tuff but it does not always stay like it. It pops and all hell breaks loose.</p>

BLAME GAME