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My precious darling, I miss you more with each passing day. I know these obstacles seem overwhelming, but we'll overcome them together. Everything is being sorted out, and soon these challenges will be behind us. You're always in my thoughts, my love.

Time doesn't heal wounds. It teaches us to carry them differently. Like photographs we stop looking at but never throw away, some hurts become familiar furniture in the rooms of our hearts. We learn to walk around them in the dark.

Deep within the Appalachian wilderness of 1856, the Whitaker Settlement vanished without explanation. Local records, discovered in a courthouse basement in 1923, speak of strange lights and unexplained sounds that preceded the disappearance. Only the minister's leather-bound diary remained, its final entry inexplicably dated 1857.

Sometimes I just sit here and, like, wonder if people really want me around, you know? I try to be better, but maybe I'm just, I don't know, too much for them. They smile but I can tell they're tired of me.

I feel disconnected, like I'm floating somewhere between reality and my thoughts. My hands are shaking, I feel. It's hard to explain but, I feel lost in my own mind. These emotions, they're overwhelming, they're real.

You really should learn when to stop, my sweet disaster. If you push me any further, I won't just walk away this time. I’ll pull you into the dark with me, and I promise, you won’t recognize the person you’ve become by morning.

honey I can’t do anything right now Am so much in pain maybe I will go on live put my fack smile on it maybe that will chair me up I don’t know even no what to do right now

Sometimes I lie awake at night, thinking about all the times I gave pieces of myself to people who never even noticed they were holding them. It hurts knowing they've probably forgotten while I'm still here remembering everything.