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I'm that friend that has to walk behind the group when the path isn't big enough. I'm that friend that gets cut off in the conversation. I'm that friend that gets left behind when I asked for them to wait for me. I'm that friend that doesn't get invited to hang out a lot. I'm that friend that if I want to go to the mall or some place with a friend I have to be the one to invite people to make sure I get included. I'll always be that friend.

And the worst part is, no one even knows how close I am to drowning...

Have you ever wanted to cry but no tears came out, so you just stare blankly into space while feeling your heart break into pieces.

Stop asking me to trust you while I'm still coughing up water from the last time you let me drown.

I'm fine.
I'm not fine. Please help me.

I'm just tired.
I can't take this anymore.

I already ate.
I starve myself.

Go away.
Show me you care enough to stay.

I'm just cold.
I don't want you to see my scars.

I'm better, I promise.
I've never been this bad.

I'm okay.
I just want to die.

I hate small talk. I wanna hear about your childhood & your favorite scents & what types of music you like & your religious views & where you want to live when you're older & drugs and alcohol & what keeps you up at night & how much certain things mean to you & your insecurities & your fears - I don't wanna know "what's up".

When you miss someone so much but you can't talk to them because they didn't reply you the previous time and you don't want to annoy them by starting another conversation with them. It's like you're dying to talk to them but you know they don't want to talk to you.

The saddest word in the whole wide world is the word almost. He was almost in love. She was almost good for him. He almost stopped her. She almost waited. He almost lived. They almost made it.

I'm one of those people who has friends but is nobody's favorite. If I don't initiate a conversation or ask to hang out, I'll never see my friends.

The first person you think of in the morning, or last person you thing of at night, is either the cause of your happiness or your pain.

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