Sorry, no Nova today I just... Feel too deep to even confess what sins I may have committed in 2025. FW: Following sensitive topics include Violence, self hate, self h4rm, b100d, etc. 2025 was the worst. In every way possible. 2026 isn't... helping me... January 2025, nothing interesting, just lies from my parents who promised things... And they didn't bother with it... It was also 1 year after I left a mental facility following a trauma in 2024 that caused me to commit s3lf h4rm. February 2025, love is a joke... It all is... March 2025... Not one of my proudest moments... My parents don't understand me and they never will... April - July will be cut for reasons. Nothing happened... August 2025, I fell in love with a guy... He seemed super cute until he... wasn't... (more info down the list later.) September 2025, He apologized for what he said... And he felt a jerk... We were good on speaking terms after we broke up a month ago... And nothing special about it... October 2025, The last time I ever interact with strangers... People keep calling me names by now... It's all what makes me feel less confident... Me and my ex were still on good speaking terms... November 2025, ... I don't want to talk about it but I will... This is where my whole life went south for good... It all plummeted... I was accused of a situation, which I won't say, but it sucked... We never really spoke again... I just... don't talk about him unless I need to... December 2025, I hit a new low. And I mean, a new, new low... Near the end of the year my ex called me names, said I didn't deserve love, he felt bad for whoever loved me... He thought I was miserable. When I tried to commit s3lf h4rm a second time... In my life... This time I didn't go far but it was enough to where I b13d... It hurt bad, it stung, bad, it felt permanent... It wasn't. 2025 as a whole sucked... 2026 is making me feel even worse with myself... And I keep asking myself, should I break up with her..? I hope your year turned out better than mine...
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