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I am sick of being pushed around and left behind. I am sick of feeling like I don't matter. I am sick of feeling like I am a bother when I voice my matters. I am sick of feeling like I have to hide my problems when I am about to burst at the seams. I am sick of being told it will happen, when I know no one will actually reach out and help me. I am sick of being told everything will be okay, when I really see no change in anything no matter how hard I try. I am sick of pretending to be someone I'm not. I am sick of being something I don't want to be. I am sick of being sick with something I can't get rid of. I am sick of...dying. I'm dying, and I have yet to tell anyone. I am sick, of being scared. I'm so very, very scared.
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
I'm sick.
I am sick of being pushed around and left behind. I am sick of feeling like I don't matter. I am sick of feeling like I am a bother when I voice my matters. I am sick of feeling like I have to hide my problems when I am about to burst at the seams. I am sick of being told it will happen, when I know no one will actually reach out and help me. I am sick of being told everything will be okay, when I really see no change in anything no matter how hard I try. I am sick of pretending to be someone I'm not. I am sick of being something I don't want to be. I am sick of being sick with something I can't get rid of. I am sick of...dying. I'm dying, and I have yet to tell anyone. I am sick, of being scared. I'm so very, very scared.
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casaria-nightshade
American
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
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