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The worst part is, its not a phase and it doesn't gets better. Some nights are so vulnerable that lying in bed at 2:39 am you cry yourself to sleep and the reason is either behind 5.5 inch screen or in your 6th dimensional head. I wonder how can things that don't even exist, stories that didn't even begin and conversations that never ever happened would create a hurricane and hunt you down? The next day a really sweet person at work told you that "it's gonna get better". You smiled back and couldn't be more sure of the probability of that statement being hyperbole. Sometimes when it's quiet and you are homesick for places you haven't been to, you miss people you don't even know and lying back on dusted bean back you start restructuring your playlist from owlcity to Chester Bennington Meanwhile the hurricane is probably at work with fixing a deal to amalgamate with some junked shackles and horrible memories to perform better. It could have been faught if you knew what was it for and how could you lose to yourself. Some nights you survive other nights you leave dead enough to wake up with hurricane resting in your head. You are giving a second thought to befriending Chaos and hurricane in the head. Is it that bad? I hope not. Today at work that same pretty girl turned up tell you, "you deserve all good and glitter" and "its gonna get Better" You smiled at her, this time the smile was wide along with l'll nod even though you mumbled "never" #let_thestory_be_told #letthestorybetold #writersofinstagram #writersofinstagram #tales #story #hurricane #itsgonnagetbetter #thoughtcatalogwriters #random #writerscommunity #itsnotaphase

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