I don't know really its really messed up. I had a sleepover today at a friends house with like 7 others. It was amazing but still I felt like I didn't fit in. Like I wasnt enough. I was scared. I cried. Silently. No one noticed. Because it was like i was invisible. Transparant. Glass. I was shatterd. Broken. The pieces cut me open in and outside. I cutted myself open. I felt like Dying. Drowning. Drifting. It hurt so much. I was so scared and so afraid. But I also loved them so much. But. I Fell in love with one of the boys. " when you like the boy but your friend is prettier so he likes her " you get me. He likes my best friend. I fucking hurts so much. She knows I like him. But she lets him do everything in front of my eyes. Its so painful. When you give everything you have but you see him loving someone else. But I just want him to be happy.
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An inside look
Non-FictionIk. Zo'n klein woord. Zo vaak gebruikt. Ik. Iedereen is een ik. Zo gek zo raar. Ik. Al lang kan ik. Ik niet meer zijn. Ik. Mijn gevoelens. Ze kloppen niet. Ik. Mijn gedachten. Ik schrijf ze op. Ik. Geen idee wat jullie vinden. Het zal me helpen. Ik...
