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Another selfie turned into portrait.
One day of joy wasn’t enough, but it’s all I had. It was so easy to ruin all my good mood and turn me into a shaking crying mess. Cry, cry, cry, yelling at walls, then cry again, making portrait and cry while doing it. But it’s not the end, we all have bad days, yes?
While someone has fun and makes jokes, I think. I ask myself questions, if I do everything right. Not like I regret about my mistakes when I do them, but if I am just wasting my time, if I fall in love with liars, if I ignore obvious reasons of my bad feeling, then I should end it. So, am I wasting time?
I don’t know. It is a very difficult question, because every time I try to find an answer, there is always two sides: on one side maybe it’s just me being a little whiny bitch, but on another, what if it’s not me, but them making it worse? Whom to blame? Is there someone to blame even. I wish I could ask someone to solve these puzzles for me, but I have none. And even if there was such person, I wouldn’t know how to ask for help.