i don't feel normal.
i cry myself to sleep every night.
i have a good social life at school, but once i come home all of that disappears.
i'm lonely, and that scares me.
i have no motivation, no will to continue.
but when they ask how i am, it's always "i'm just tired", or, "i'm fine".
you'd think that they would realize it by now, that i'm not ok. that i'm not fine. that the only reason i'm tired is because i spent the whole night crying.
but instead i'm the 'funny' one of the group, the one who will still be smiling even if everything is going downhill.
that's because if i don't smile through the pain, i'll cry though it. i much rather mask the emotions than let them all go.
i no longer care.
i have no energy to care.
i have no energy.
no strength
no faith
nothing.
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