the miserable life of a miserable teenager
embarrassing
It’s my fault I’m antisocial, I repel any human being in my proximity. I’ve watched all the nicest people become
manipulative, selfish, dishonest, plotting,
monsters.
Where’s the pattern?
It sucks. Being depressed managed to scare anyone who could ever damn about me, far away.
I’m sorry, I don’t know how to fix this.
How to fix me.
Everything about me is
embarrassing and exhausting. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
My room, my face, my attitude, my past,
my life.
Where do I even start?
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