Why? Is all I think. why did this have to happen to me? Why is all this happening? What am I alone? Why am I so hated? I don’t even know why I try sometimes. I try talking to ‘friends’ so I can be occupied with something. But it’s not like they care for me. They most likely would rather me gone than bothering them. I don’t blame them. I mean, who wants to associate with a worthless monster anyway..
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imperfection
I'm just like everyone else, I have problems. And just like everyone else, I'm judged because of them.