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zachira

I know what I don't want, but I don't know what I want.

I am here, because I have to be here. I just don't want to be here.

This is so frustrating.

It's like I'm making my life miserable on purpose.

Suddenly time is slowing down; like fate is making me savor every minute of this hell of a life I chose.

When will I stop this drama? When can I write happy things again?

It's easy to put up a fake smile, but it's very hard to put up a real one unless it's sincere.

I'm not happy. No I'm not.

This is really frustrating.

Lord, I trust in your plans for me. I will be still know you are GOD.