I can never do anything right, can I?
I just want to go back in time and fix every single thing I messed up. I want to be happy for real for once, I'm tired of wearing expressions.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
If being fine meant being miserable and unhappy, then I'm fine.
I'm fine. I am so fine.
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Anxiety
Novela JuvenilIt'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.
