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I'm fifteen now!

It's 12 am and I'll be fifteen in nine hours. Suggestions on how I spend those nine insomniatic hours?

That moment when you get a 4.0 and you burst into tears because you're so happy, then you get yelled at for being loud.

Thanks for adding my story to that "Feel" list of yours, it makes me feel special! <3
          
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For a second I thought your username said 'I live in Daniel' and was like no thanks XD

I'm agender! *sarcastic yay from the background amongst the cricket noises*

All my smiles are fake, my enthusiasm silently sarcastic. My anxiety causes stutters that turn into ripped up skin and silent tears. My lies are more and more often, concealing the truth for convenience rather than feeling good. My parents ask once and leave it, no effort, thinking that my anxiety will let me speak without coercion, but they can't see I'm dying, slowly suffocating, inside this too tight mask.  But that's our world. We are always ugly, worthless, meaningless. In every sense. Some more so than others and I'm the most.

If anyone sees this, I have a horrible One shot I want to publish but want someone to look through it first.

Hi there, just wanted to let you know that I continued the story and that the next chapter is up.

*facepalm*