BLACK SHEEP (ON HOLD)
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This is my diary. I'm going to talk about how i feel in my everyday life. Sometimes i just don't want to wake up ...
I'm asking myself where's the point of waking up every morning if you know you're going to feel s**t.
I'm not depressed (well at least that's what i think). Well... sometimes i feel like s**t but life most go on...
I'm writing this because i'm almost always alone in school and it sucks.
I don't really have friends i only have to 3 bff who are my real friends other "friends" are my friends because they use me and my kindness
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