There are only too many quotations which speak of everything and nothing, how they lay almost intertwined, how fine is the line that separates them. Maybe you'll never know what it's like to live like I did, or maybe you do, in which case you would not see me to be blind to the sufferings of others.
Living with a flawed childhood damages you. Whether the wounds can be mended is entirely up to ourselves and our environment. It seems as if everything before things changed was a dream, or maybe this is the dream now. It doesn't matter. Either you make it, or you don't. There is nothing to be felt for those drowning under. It is indescribably sad but it's reality.
You know what's worse than living in suffering?
Living in suffering while having a facade of happiness you didn't put there. Everyone thinks you're fine, until you break, and everyone calls you dramatic, crazy, emo; because they know not.
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