Why Am I Like This?

Why Am I Like This?

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Part one: It's really hard to relate to people when all you can do is focus on your personal flaws. Maybe that's why it's hard to make friends. All you can think is why you can do to feel better. But you can't. Your stuck. Alone. Feeling like nobody cares. But how can they. How can they when all they are focused on is making you feel worthless and pushing you all the way to the point where you want to die. They call depression a sickness. It can be fixed with some pills . But that doesn't help at least not for me. The only way I can feel better is when I'm asleep. But I still have to fear my nightmares. Ever since I started getting depressed I have had horrible nightmares. They get so bad to the point where I can't go back to sleep. But really no one can fix it except yourself. You have to want it you have to want the change. You have to find the tiny bit of happiness left and help it grow.
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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