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Ik theirs people out there that have it worse than I do and that why I keep it together. That's why I smile through the pain. That's why I'm the shoulder to cry on. My friends have it worse than I do. Some of my friends have divorced parents or parents with relationship problems or just parents with problems. Some of my friends think suicide is the only way out. Some of my friends face bullying and taunting every day. There are infinite different reasons as to why my friends have it worse than me. But it sucks because me worst pain could be their normal every day pain. My worst day ever could be their great day. Idk how to deal with it. Idk what to do with this hurt. That's why I write. I just hope someone who knows what I'm going though would come into my life so that we can deal with it together. Until then I'll continue being the shoulder to cry on until I must turn to a shoulder to cry for a minute. I just want to be held. I just want to have someone hold me to their chest and say "your safe. Don't worry. It's ok" that's all I want.