Everyone itches for more. More love to receive, more happiness to achieve, & more crap they certainly don't need. Everyone, including me. Seems like the material things in life fills that hole of depression, and I'm deeply jealous of the ones that don't have this hole, the kids who seem oh-so -happy. What makes them so happy ? They probably deserve to be. Isn't your family supposed to fill this hole? or your friends? or is it the one's who have the label of "best" friends? I've learned best friends isn't a label, it's a promise. Promise my ass! I've gone through too many broken friendships to see you cannot trust anyone. You're left with a torn heart, waiting for time to repair everything. ehh, just keep scratching until that one day, it's left a mark.
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