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#Today
pic: 2009

So, the 23rd…

The day I don’t talk about with anyone, not anymore. The day those I know IRL pretend doesn’t exist, even after 18 years.

Their silence descends, and if I forget the unspoken “rules” and text, I don’t receive a reply for at least 24hrs, sometimes days.

The 23rd, the happiest day of my life, but those who should care have turned it into a day of deep depression. My long ago joy gone, I cry instead.

People are cruel, and cruelty has driven me to isolating.

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Joyce Lionarons 1d ago

@CA_Hawthorne

I don't know what happened on the 23rd, but I hope you can find a way to celebrate the joy and tell the people who didn't care when they should have to just fuck off. You deserve better.

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Christina Anne Hawthorne 1d ago

@joyce I used to celebrate, and did, in fact, send most people away. Only family remains. After moving here, I tried groups, including writing groups. I was too this or that, or too much (I assume) me. Now, I'm just tired.

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