The worst part about not being okay is that everyone tells you to be. Everyone tells you it passes, and it does. Yet it hasn't yet for me, and all the comments about being stuck hurt all the more because I am aware I am stuck, and if there is anyone who wishes not to be stuck anymore it is me. I don't need to be told to be okay, I know that's what I have to be.

I am just not. I'm really not okay. And I haven't found a way to be yet. (Maybe one day I will be, but right now, all I need is an assurance that some part of you is missing me too.)

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I hate that girl.