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My glasses broke again.
And no matter how hard or how long I cry, me not knowing anything about my father isn't going to change unless I talk to my mom about it.

It's not my fault.
People can still love me, and visa versa.
My therapist only tricked me into thinking I had abandonment issues. Nobody wants to be alone, it's normal to feel how I feel.

Last night I realized why I was so excited for Missouri. My life is a joke.