My Sunday was like any other regular Sunday. I didn't go out, I stayed home, I spent a lot of time online, I redecorated my wall and now there are all kinds of maps instead of posters of pop singers. I didn't call anybody yesterday, because I didn't feel like talking to people. We have nothing in common anymore. I changed over the last couple of months. I was strong before, but now I'm weak and scared. I don't want them to ask me why I am like that, when they already know. I don't want to bare my soul to people who don't even care; they don't. You'd expect my friends to understand and support me. But they still didn't realize how serious it is. They probably think I am a dumb blonde who makes up her own problems. Think whatever you want, people! Really. I don't care. That's why you don't get to hang out with me anymore. Because you don't understand. Because you choose to stay away from whatever it is you don't understand. Well, screw you and your little lives that you call happy. They are not. You are missing one thing that makes your lives perfect. Me... And you will never get me back with that attitude of yours. I'm sorry, but you have to take me seriously. Because whatever it is that is destroying my life, it is serious.

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