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Hi, myself. Why are you still up over thinking? I know that you’re happy with your life, I guess, but isn’t it too messed up that you don’t get anymore? You just got used to it, that you don’t care about anything or anyone, right? you don’t even care about yourself. You don’t even know how to respond to the ‘what’s wrong’ questions. You don’t say how you feel anymore. You started to exist physically, and not mentally. You don’t talk to people, and you keep things to yourself. Sometimes I know that you just want to burst out, and scream. I know that you just want to take a walk with yourself, and ask what’s really wrong. You don’t know what can make you happy. Is it your old friends? are they the problem? is it your family issues? what’s wrong? you’ve been silent for a long time. When are you going to talk?you just write, but writing won’t heal things. Look around, you have some new friends. Yes, those people who are slowly replacing your real old friends. Can this be happening? When are you going to let go the past? when are you going to forget everything, and start fresh? when are you going to be the old you? when are you going to face things, and stop running away? Myself, you’ve changed. I don’t know you anymore. You should be happy or whatever..