I'm crying.
But that's the usual, that's what I do.
I cry.
Because I'm pathetic and I'm clueless and I have no idea how to pick myself up from the ground.
I feel like there's no use anymore. Nothing's worth it anymore.
People just leave, people I once cared about.
I feel like I sit around all day waiting for that miracle day to come. That day when I woke up without a care in the world. That day when everything's okay, the day when I am okay.
But I'm not sure that day is going to come anytime soon. And I'm scared.
I think I might have to see someone educated. Someone who can figure out what the hell is wrong with me.
Because I don't know myself.
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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.
