Looking from the outside, you probably see a normal teenage girl trying to fit in, but on the inside it’s more like a depressed girl trying to make it through the day. I think i have gotten to a point where anything can push me over the edge, even if it just something like you’re stupid or even if it’s a joke. I cant help but wonder what i wrong with me. Nothing i do seems to go right, no one can see my good intentions. No one would care even if they did. That’s the thing, people say they care when they have never talked to you in your life. How can you care when you don’t even know me? How can you judge me when you have never had a conversation with me? All people do is judge me but they don’t even know who i really am.
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There is nothing wrong with you. That’s a good starting point. It’s the world that is f*cked up–not you.