'I' am Iva. I am a 17 year old pansexual girl. My parents are divorced, and my mom wants nothing to do with me because of my sexuality. I feel wrecked and destroyed on the inside, but always expect to see a fake smile from me. I have blue eyes, dark skin and curly hair, but I'll let your imagination do the rest. My anxiety leaves me feeling worse. I pretend your words don't hurt me, but I can feel all the pain, trust me. Everytime I've tried talking to people about how I feel it's a complete shipwreck. They'll tell you you can trust them, they'll tell you they won't get mad, but they will no matter what they say. Then people get mad at me for never talking, never telling them how I feel, and they blame me. Everytime I find a friend, it turns out their a b*tch and they go and talk behind your back, call you names out of nowhere. And school is just to much, as a highschool student I'm expected to dress nice, have nice makeup, have good meals, pay attention, study, get straight A's, have good attendance, have a full 8-12 hours of sleep, and stay healthy. How do I do all that at once? It's just to hard. All I want to do is crumble down into pieces. I'm sorry, I probably made you bored. Don't worry, we'll talk soon.
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We're All Just Anxious Teens
Teen FictionThere are 5 of us. And we're all different. We're special. You don't know us, because we don't know ourselves. Follow us. I'll tell you the story, everything about us, because as we do that, we learn things about us. We discover things. Life's hard...
