Sunday’s are always the worse.
It’s an emptiness that doesn’t seem to be filled with anything.
I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss the sundays nights when my house was always full with people and laughs and food and drinks.
It’s not the loneliness that bothers me. It’s the fact that even though I enjoy the loneliness, I know that when I am tired of it nothing is gonna change.
I don’t have anyone to call. No one ever calls me.
I am tired of having to let my daughter go.
I am tired of having myself as my only company.
It is just not fair.
Not fair at all...
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