I dont know. I dont feel like telling anyone how I feel. I try, but then I think why tell others and let them see you as a freak or a burden when you can just write away your feelings on paper or something.
They will tell you the same things; things get better, you'll be okay, your life is better than others' so be grateful! But I keep thinking about the little things.
How I'm hyper all the time, so when I try not being hyper I end up sad because that's not who I am. But being hyper makes people think I'm crazy or stupid or weird.
Their jokes are lame, they like bully you in a friendly way not even considering that you might take it seriously, like joking about your skin color or weird laugh or how thin or fat you are when in fact you think about these things all day and all night trying to find a way to fix them not even knowing whether its right or wrong anymore.
Then you start thinking of why no guy ever likes you and you say that you're the problem. You're ugly. You're not funny, not sexy, not hot, not enough. Not wanted. How can you fucking fix that without taking off your clothes or acting like a total slut.
But you wont do that because you're the good girl.
Am I the problem or are they? I dont want to spend time with people. And I don't want to think about this anymore. I really don't.
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Us//h.s
FanfictionIn which they were different, but similar. Normal, but extraordinary. In which he was the dark, and she was the light, and together, they burned the sky.
