I seemed fine. I acted sane. I smiled. I laughed. My lies. They should've notice I'm not fine, I'm not alright and that I'm sad, I'm not me and I'm alone, but no. They don't see my marks, my pain or my tears. They don't care. They say they do, but I know that's out of sympathy. They never knew. I will never change. Nothing returns to its original form. I've changed and I'll never return. Sad it may sound but it is the truth.
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Dear Little Open Diary
AcakI have been feeling like I should write a book about what I feel about the stuffs of the world that's what the book's all about;depression, emotion and guilt. I want change, let it out and someone to understand. I want care, and love. I want most of...