Why. I'm so tired. So so tired. I'm tired of my feelings being brushed away, acting like everything's fine. I wanna cry out and just tell everyone how sad and pathetic I am. It's why i made this book. No one reads it, so it doesn't do much harm. Do hormones really cause this much pain? Why am I wasting my youth wishing to die. Why am I screaming in my dreams. Why can't I have more friends. Why can't I be happy. Why are my smiles so real when I feel like this. Why do my parents keep lying. Why am I so confused. Why is school like a prison. Why are my struggles brushed off so easily. Why do I want to die so badly. Why was I born this way. Why am I not a real girl. Why am I so confused. Why am I so annoying. Why do I snap at people I love. Why I'm I so clingy. Why am I so lazy. Why can't I keep up with online work. Why are my symptoms of depression brushed off. Why doesn't melatonin work. Why do I rant in THIS STUPID FUCKING BOOK OH MY GOD I CANT
