seriously, I am ready to just disappear, forever. Life has been fun, but lately I’ve been asking myself when it’s over, because I, ME, Delanor, I feel like a story that lost it’s plot a long time ago, but the story is still going and it doesn’t make any sense. I am tired of crying, I’m tired of missing my mother, I’m tired of being angry all the time, I’m tired. It’s all turning me rotten from the inside out, and I don’t like it. So what’s the point, really? Im not looking for sympathy, or a rea

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