I think we all know the feeling of sitting in the corner of your dark, lonely room. Trying not to wake your parents as tears slowly drown you. As you start to see the sun rise you get up off the floor. You wipe your tears and start with your day. You fake getting up and getting ready to look pretty. You head off to school and act like everything is fine and you laugh and smile. But on the inside you know it’s not okay. No one knows you cried all last night. No one would even guess that. You head home. You lock yourself in your room. Your parents never check on you. No one cares you just sit and cry until there is no more tears left. Your eyes are red and puffy and you finally drift off to sleep. But there comes the dreams, the nightmares. You wake back up crying and it starts all over again.
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Well what’s actually even more fun is to cry while you live alone because no one hears you anyway. You can scream all you want to and no one will hear (this does sound like lame horror story)
Anyways, you still go to school and still are trying. So that’s what matters?
keep swimming, fishie