Everyone thinks I'm happy. Good grades, a 'home,' 'loving' parents. What do they matter when you hate yourself? You don't know how much it hurts, how much I hate myself.
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Part 35
Everyone thinks I'm happy. Good grades, a 'home,' 'loving' parents. What do they matter when you hate yourself? You don't know how much it hurts, how much I hate myself.
