Woke up a real mess - puffy eyes with yellow corners, eyelids uncomfortably heavy over eyelashes, stinging, badly grazed black-coloured knee from a bike crash; mess in my head without properly knowing why. Is it because I'm expecting someone to solve all my problems, yet is impossible to be there? Or is it because I've revealed to the point of vulnerability? I feel like a gash has been sliced open. I cry so heavily.

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