Its okay you got a bad grade. It’s okay you’re not skinny and have bright eyes and don’t fit into size four jeans. It’s okay boys don’t whistle at you (I mean, you’re not a dog, are you?) It’s okay that you’re friends are leaving, because if they were such good friends, they’d be sitting with you trying to not make you feel like shit.
It’s okay you’re parents shout at you, their trying their best and I don’t think they remember how it feels to be a teenager anyway. It’s okay you feel as though you’ve lost yourself, everybody does from time to time. […]
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