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I can’t tell who I am anymore.

I’ve changed so much that I haven’t changed at all. After he left I just let myself reverse everything good that had happened to me, and started to revert back to the way I used to be, before I even met him. I’m so self-conscious, I hate the way I look, I can’t relate to anybody and therefore just keep to myself. I don’t like talking, it requires too much effort. I’ve gotten myself into so much trouble by not talking though. Nobody likes it. But I refuse to engage in small talk. I’ll talk when it’s about something that matters.

I don’t feel like writing anymore.