This diary, it's my weakness.

When I feel that I'm going down again. I write here.

So here it goes again.

I thought that I'm happy.
But.

But. Somthing want allow me to be happy.

Maybe its my past.
Maybe its you.

May because I saw you. That hurt's.

Sorry.

I not allowed to be happy.
It's not me.

I'm used to feel that way.
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