Sometimes I just feel so broken. Like everything else in the world is functioning, but I'm not functioning properly and once people realize they give up on me. Like someone would an old truck with a busted frame. It looks fine on the outside, but underneath it's broken and no one takes time to put into the truck because the value just isn't worth the cost.
When I try to explain or open up, no one actually understands. I guess I don't expect them to, but I want them to try. It's okay to tell me you don't get it, as long you try. Do the research. Especially if when I explain it, it doesn't make sense. It takes effort and time to be my friend. More so than necessary. For that I am sorry. It's a lot to ask for. I guess I should stop asking.
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After Senior Year.
Non-FictionJune 30th, 2014. My life has always been a mess. From bullies constantly pushing me to the ground to my family pulling me in so many directions I begin to fall apart. This isn't just about all the terrible things I've dealt with, but also the amazin...
