20 July, 2020. Not a good day; dark, cloudy, gloomy skies, and dad's hoarse voice all day long. Most of all, I feel sad for one other reason. It is 9:20 pm now, and I didn't plan to write this, but certain thoughts were creeping up on me while I was struggling to gather my focus to study. I thought that since I have nobody to tell it to, I might as well write it here. What I was trying to do minutes ago, was unfollow Redacted-1 on Instagram, because I did not want her name and post to flash up on my screen when she posts anything. Truth is, I am trying to forget all remains of her inside my memory. While I agree that most of them are out, the little pieces that remain often ambush me in my worse days, and I wanted to remove as many physical things as possible that those pieces may wield to attack me. Before unfollowing her, however, I decided to open her profile. She has followed her former best friend, and she has followed back, so I guess they're best friends again. I pre...
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