" ... I think that was my problem, I felt everything entirely too deeply. A simple gesture was never simple, it always meant the world to me. Anyone can walk through the door and whisper a soft hello in my ear and I would still hear a loud welcome h...
Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've sat iny my room and cried, how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've had to hold back the tears, how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap but don't just for the sake of others. Nobody knows all my deepest fears. Nobody knows what my mind or where my mind is when you talk to me and I look at the void. Nobody knows how I feel when I'm arguing with my parents because they don't understand my feelings. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head whenever I'm sad, how horrible they truly are. Nobody knows me.
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