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I don’t even know how to put this into words. I guess I’ve learned to suppress everything since there’s really no place for me to go…
It seems like whenever someone else does something it’s okay, yet when I do something, it’s the worst thing in the world and everyone decides to completely go against me and persecute me. Even the one person who’s supposed to stick with me.
I guess that’s what I get for being me.
I say I’m okay with it, but…. I’m not. I hate this.