This spring I actually spent time in the school bathroom crying over a boy, because he broke my heart.
And this summer I spent time feeling broken and sad and completely lost.
I started questioning myself;
Who am I?
What am I supposed to do?
Why did this happen to me?
Is it going to hurt like this forever?
Because I honestly couldn't bare with the pain anymore.
I'm still hurt. And a big part of me thinks that I'll always be.
But I'm young and completely clueless. So how am I supposed to know?
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Anxiety
Подростковая литератураIt'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.
