What’s the point in getting sentimental now? I just need to remind myself in times like this, why it became the way it is. But sometimes I can’t help it, to just feel really sad about it all. Just sometimes. But sometimes is one more time too much from what I want to remember and what I can handle. But there’s no use in crying over split milk, as always.
You never realize the holes a person leaves behind until you fall into them.
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