You don't understand what I'm going through. You don't have the same problems as me. You don't think about how much you fucking hate yourself every single day when you wake up. When you tell me you know what I'm going through, you're wrong, so could you PLEASE stop. You try to act like we're alike, but were not. You act like we're best friends, but we're not. You act like you are going through the same god damn things as me, but you're not, so could you PLEASE stop.
