everyday I get more tired
everyday I want to be more alone
everyday I lose a little more hope
everyday, by day, by day.

I’ve started deleting people I one time thought I cared so much about, but are were only around now because of nostalgia.

If I ever go back, I’ll stay in a hotel. And I will go to the beach alone.

I’m letting go, in the worst ways.

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