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Broken

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Chapitres 4
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LECTURES 9
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Chapitres 4
Durée <5 mins

Okay so it seems like all I do is fuck shit up everybody always bitching at me . I can't do anything right I've tried to get better I've been trying so hard but idk what else to do . Everybody expects so much from me. I'm only human I do what I can but if that's not good enough. I'm so tired of living like this I can't do it no more ! I've been trying to get better for years but I'm all alone and nothing is working . I really just give up idc what anybody has to say about this note cuz it's not yall decision I'm leaving and that's that . Something's gotta give cuz I can't keep living like this I feel like I'm drowning in my thoughts , emotions , ect n it's nothing I can do and no one helps me cuz no one cares it's okay tho . It'll all be over soonTous Droits Réservés

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My friend, Demise

Every sound in my world is amplified due to the silence. Every footstep, every ticking clock in every classroom, every pen that clicks or drops to the floor, every little sharp sound is so loud in my head that it pisses me off. I also don't do well under pressure, but I'm always trying so hard to calm down that it puts me under even more pressure. I only know two emotions and have my whole life. I've only ever been those two. I don't get sad, I don't feel happy or exited. I'm either angry or unbearably lonely. I'm grade school, some kids thought I was the devil. I'm not. I'm just....I'm just different. So don't go around thinking I'm some kind of demon, okay?!