Everyone that knows me thinks I’m a really happy person. I’m popular, a dancer, and have a nice house. But nobody REALLY knows me. My closest friends treat me like shit. They abandon me, make fun of me, and use me. If I ever confront them about it, they make me feel like it’s my fault and that i’m a terrible person. I’m so fucking frustrated. They have no clue that my grandpa is battling cancer, or that my dad and i have to go to therapy because we fight all the time.
I’m sick of hiding behind this mask of popularity and fake friends. I’m […]