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My name is Rebel Jean, I'm 17, I'm in year 11 and I'm a awkward, shy, nerdy, goth. I've been bullied all my life for my anxiety and just my style in general. I found my boyfriend through a TØP club but I guess he was to good to be true. I have one friend at school and tons on the internet friends, like this queen:

 I have one friend at school and tons on the internet friends, like this queen:

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Yes I'm ibf's with freakin Jessie Peage. We hope to meet each other one day, she's just so inspirational. My mum died when I was young so I lived with my dad who worked from 6am till 11pm everyday so I never really saw him. I never had a good relationship with him so we do therapy on Sundays it's really helped but he still loves work more then me. I didn't go out much put to walk my dog and to go to TØP club. I love my dog so much and he's the cutest thing ever.

Whenever I'm sad he cuddles me and it makes me feel so much better

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Whenever I'm sad he cuddles me and it makes me feel so much better. His name is Raven as it goes with my name Rebel and Raven. Your probably thinking what a weird name but I love it, my mum thought I'd be a rebellious kid but not really. I have always been very self conscious of my body so I never show much skin and I'm also very pale.

My friend from school called Karma has been the only person that's had my back for years, I'm so grateful for her and I owe her the world for helping me through tough times like anxiety attacks.

I first got anxiety when my mother died and it's gotten worse over the years, I also see a therapist for that but it never helps

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I first got anxiety when my mother died and it's gotten worse over the years, I also see a therapist for that but it never helps. I'm in a room full of people but I feel so alone

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