Sometimes I wonder if people actually like me, or if they're all just pretending. Most of the time it feels like they are. My therapist says that's my depression talking. I don't know anymore. Sometimes I wish I could hear what people think of me, because I want to know if they really do like me. I wish I could know. I love my friends, but I wonder if they love me.
Love,
Zak
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Some Thoughts About Life
Non-FictionI don't know what this is, except the ramblings of a confused teen. Also I think I might use it as a journal. *Trigger* I'm fucked up and I talk about it
