I haven't been adding to my "1,000" list.
Perhaps the things exist to fill it, though.
When I'm driving, I think of things I could say. I wish I could erase my thoughts and be happy, get out of my own head.
I wish I never would have hurt you, and you'd still be with me. But whatever is wrong, I guess I can't fix it right now. I'm too broken to fix anything.
I hate how life hurts...specifically, people hurt. People hurt other people. People, hurt. People hurt.
But blah blah blah. Maybe I should just grow a second impervious skin and get over it. Build a bridge.
I need to figure out how to love people. Because right now, I just feel that I don't.
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