I believed.
I believed that everything would turn out right in the end.
What a fool I am.
Now I'm stuck thinking, "Will things ever change?"
I feel like such a hypocrite.
I feel monotonous, repetitive, and resentful.
I feel like walking away, and being there for me.
Really, I feel like a bitch.
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