Dear mom and dad,
I love you both very much and I hope you know this, but I'm tired. So very tired.
I don't want to go to school anymore, I don't want to go to university. I have been in school all my life and it's not for me.
I know how much you talk about my anxiety, mom.
It kinda stings. How can you say the things you say? Why do you compare me to my siblings? Why do you put so much faith into me, when you know I'm a failure. It makes me feel disgusting.
I mess everything up. I'm not perfect like you think. It hurts. Everything hurts.
When I fall I don't want to get back up.
I am tired.
10:46
I remember I time where I was neglected by my own friends. The saddest part is that they don't remember it.
My brother and two best friends were team captains.
With something like that you would think that I would be picked first.
Fifteen people had already been picked.
A feeling stuck to me, like a leech.
I wasn't wanted.
My brother noticed when searching for people in the line up. Our eyes met and I wanted to sink into the floor, die of shame.
He picked me, and when I talked to my friends:
"I just wanted to make the best team, I was going to pick you"
"I thought you were already on my team"
"Next time. I won't forget"
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Cerita PendekMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
