One day she felt so sad she hid in the room the entire day. Spending time online feeling numb, watching anything that would provide a slight relief for the internal pain she felt. Yearning for someone to reach out and ask if she was ok. They never did, but it's not their fault, how would they know she was struggling, unable to get out of bed, trying so hard to distract herself, look like she was living. They were all busy, too busy..
The girl tried, she really tried to reach out and connect but in the end it was too late, nobody came. Her fears came true, her self doubt confirmed nobody wanted her, nobody liked her - worthless. This pain isn't worth it anymore.
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Be honest - if you don't like me tell me, if you'd rather I leave, tell me. If you think I'm annoying - tell me.
Stop pushing me until I snap then turn around and make it my fault - that's manipulative and bitchy and controlling. Be a real not fake.
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The Art of Happiness
Non-FictionWork in progress - overcoming the demons Sometimes you have to breakdown to breakthrough This is the real me, the mask is off, my soul exposed. It's time to release the demons, just breathe and let go
