It's late at night.
I'm a night person. I love late nights, especially if I'm outside.
I'm out on the balcony, and the sky is pitch black. I can hear the waves from the ocean.
I can see the stars in the sky.
Yet I'm miserable.
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Anxiety
Teen FictionIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.
