I'm "Fine"
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Ultima pubblicazione dom, feb 11, 2018
I'm just a normal girl in high school. Not so normal when you're depressed though. Like every other girl, I like this guy. But I would never have a chance with him. Even when I do get the chance and think all is right, the world flips on me. This is when my depression becomes even worse. But how bad can it get? From hating myself, to others hating me too. How will my life even turn out? Should I even try? Or should I just end this everyday torture?
"Ugly."
"Fat."
"Not talented."
"Weird."
"Give up."
"Loser."
"Kill yourself."
"Not good enough."
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