Sometimes I wish I actually could wake up with amnesia.
Or wake up and find that all the shit I went through was just a dream.
I had something...someone who kept me happy no matter what happened. but then they left and I haven't talked to them.
I wish I couldn't wake up with amnesia and forget all the stupid little things.
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Confessions Of A Middle Schooler
Non-FictionThis is basically the story of my life. People think they know me, but they don't that's not the real me, I'm not the always happy smiling and care-free girl they see. I'm really a sad stressed girl always thinking what if. This is my sh*tty life.
