words aren't enough to even describe my feelings any more. I just feel like an easter egg, yeah I have this hard outer exterior, yet on the inside, there is nothing there any more. I'm just hollow.
I'm going to stop writing in this, my head hurts and this constant feeling of sick in the bottom of my stomach is starting to get to me.
So bed, tea and shitty films that I don't even want to watch is going to be the way forward for the next couple of weeks.
I'm nothing more, than a line in your book.
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