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I hate feeling left out.
I hate being the third person, awkwardly standing on the side. I hate being invited to something but being totally ignored. I hate it when all of my friends go somewhere and not tell me. I hate not understanding an inside joke. Feeling left out can be one of the worst feelings. It leaves you lonely and empty.
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Losing self motivation.
When I lose self motivation, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just start to lose focus and interest on everything. It’s like you can turn me down at any certain time you want. I start to reminisce from the past and harm myself with the bad thoughts. I don’t pay attention to my schooling for awhile, I don’t talk to friends that often, and I give my parents a bitchy attitude. Feeling like this can lead me into big problems sometimes.
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What the fuck am I actually doing?
I can’t sing. I can’t write songs. I can’t write stories or draw or even finish a single goddamned project. Why the hell am I the one who has to watch stupid dreams die?
I think we’re all afraid.
People think that maybe others just don’t care. But when it comes to me, I do care. I really do care and I really wish there was something I could do. But when my friends just brush me off, pretend that they’re OK and say that there’s nothing wrong. When I’m faced with the choice of either prying into their lives and working out what’s actually wrong or just going along wiht it… I wish I could pry. I wish I could dig deep and find out what’s actually wrong. Work out how to help them. But I can’t because I just get so afraid. I get afraid that they’ll get mad at me. I get afraid of what they’ll tell me if they actually open up.
Is that how people feel about me? Are they afraid too, or do they really just not care?
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