I AM GOING TO WORK MY ASS OFF EVERY SINGLE DAY AND STOP CARING ABOUT ASSHOLES WHO DON'T GIVE A SINGLE FUCK.
I AM GOING TO STOP LOOKING UP EX BOYFRIENDS ON SOCIAL MEDIAS AND REALIZE THAT THEIR LIVES CONTINUE WITHOUT ME.
I AM GOING TO ACCEPT MY PAST IN ORDER TO LIVE A BETTER FUTURE.
I AM GOING TO MAKE PEOPLE FEEL SO MUCH REGRET FOR EVER LEAVING ME.
I AM GOING TO WIPE MY OWN TEARS AND GET THE FUCK THROUGH THIS CRAP PHASE OF MY TEENAGE LIFE.
I WILL FIND MYSELF. I WILL FIND HAPPINESS. I WILL FIND MY PURPOSE.
I WILL STOP CRYING...
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Anxiety
Teen FictionIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.