I'm hurt at the words I see.
I'm sorry that I didn't play my cards better.
I'm ashamed to hide the fact from my friends all because of my own reasons.
I'm angry that I screw it all for myself.
I'm frustrated I cannot simply convey feelings to other people easily.
I'm tired from getting up after taking so many blows in life.
I'm at the end of my perseverance and optimism.
I'm getting sick of all the failures in love.
I'm on the verge of giving up.
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