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I’ve been thinking a lot lately—about what the point of all this is. Why wake up when every day is the same? They say time heals. Bullshit. Time just makes the pain familiar, until it becomes a part of you.
I don’t want pity. No tears, no hollow words like, He was such a good person.I’m just tired. Tired of waiting for things to get easier. Tired of the stares, the confusion in people’s eyes. Tired of feeling alone in a room full of people.  
I’m not angry. Not at the world, not at anyone, not even at myself. I’m just… out of strength. 
Glock 17. Extended mag—no room for mistakes. Red dot sight—no chance of a miss. Everything’s calculated. No ‘what ifs’ left

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