I don't do much. Every single time I fell in love it's been one-sided, I wouldn't be surprised if I get some kind of sickness from it. If anyone likes me romantically I wouldn't know, my life is jumbled and I just let go of my last crush. She was wonderful, I loved everything about her. But why would she love me? I'm just a freak who nobody knows I self harm, who nobody knows what I'm going through. Even if they do know, they wouldn't know what to do. So why love me?
Why should I be loved?
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The times I stayed up til 1:00 am
Non-FictionMy life did go to shit. Triggers: My life depression has mentions of suicidal thought, cutting, and other things related to death. It's also cringe 2018 teen stuff. If you don't like these topics, don't read this book of my experience with depressio...
