I failed. I failed just like I knew I would! But check this out- I passed my end of the year tests! And I still have to repeat the same grade??? How am I that much of a fuck up?! My mom didn't even want to tell me because she knew it would take a toll on me. I just told her that I'm not shocked. But when she hung up I locked myself in the bathroom and cried. In a way it's my fault. I was being lazy and I guess saying I had "No mOtiVaTioN" was an excuse. Do I really even have depression? Do I really even have anxiety? Am I really suffering with these things? Or am I just being dramatic?..
I didn't let anyone see me cry. Hell, I was texting a friend about it but I pretended to be unbothered as I was crying. She told me I had "queen behavior". She is so fucking strong! Me on the other hand? Im weak. Im too nice, too softhearted, sensitive, and very fucking careless. I can't do shit right. Just when I thought I couldn't hate myself more...
The next entry you see will be written by Nini. If you took the time to examine the image in the previous chapter then I don't have to explain who they are.
Until next time my loves❤
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Behind Closed Doors
No FicciónThis is NOT a story in any type of way. This "book" will, however, be about the things I experience everyday when I am alone compared to when I am around others. Im simply doing this because I need some type of reassurance that I'm not going crazy.
