I change like a sleeping position in a bed, staying in the same place but with temporary comfort.
2083.) I have no real friends, everyone I had is no longer around. I know I did drugs, but I thought at least you would stick by my side. I have flaws, like others, but you didn’t like that about me. I couldn’t and wouldn’t change myself just to please any of you. I am me, so why do I feel like that’s a bad thing?
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2051.) I’m tired of living with people who never truly notice my sadness, never notice when they leave me out. I’m weary from this low point in my life. I just want to be happy. Was I ever that, ever?
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2031.) I’m scared of growing up, so I am going to kill myself while I’m still young. I guess it will all be okay when I’m dead.
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2033.) If I were skinny, I’d wear cute clothes.
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