I want to text him and just let it all out and tell him how I feel about all of this, how I'm doing, how I wish I was happier.
But I don't want to be such a pain in the ass.
I don't want to seem like an annoying bitch.
I don't want to ask for help, because I don't want to feel more helpless than I already am.
I'm done here.

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Ficção AdolescenteIt'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.