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I ... I don't know what to do with myself. I have no desire to leave my room or my bed. I don't have the energy to do so either. I can't sleep and I can't eat. I don't want to speak to or see anyone.
I don't understand how ... how my entire happiness could vanish like that, in little more than a year. As quickly as my happiness came into being. I suppose I took it all for granted, not expecting it to ever end.
And it did.
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Nothing lasts forever, after all.
At this rate, I'd end up losing Nash as well. Gods, I've become so dependent on him that I don't know what I'd do without him. Please don't take him away too.