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I once was told when I was younger that life isn't fair, that I was ugly, dumb that no one in this god **** world could be stupid enough to love me. That I am just in a mere sense of state, of happiness, that I didn't deserve that, I shouldn't get this. but I didn't believe. I am now older, and I believe it all, but now that I believe it, people tell me, that those are just negative thoughts, obscene gestures over ones self. However older now, and more aware, why is it you tell me they are negative thoughts when older, but younger you tell me it is trust, truth, honesty. Why is it, that if I tell a friend, adult, teacher, consoler, that these are the thoughts that are in my mind constantly days after days, why is it that I am told, I am the crazy one, I am the depressed one, I am the one that should be put in a mental hospital, that I need the medication,  Why am I that one? I am now in this mindset, I am now stuck with gestures of myself. But if you point a finger at me, merely I suggest you read over your lips again.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
Crazy?
I once was told when I was younger that life isn't fair, that I was ugly, dumb that no one in this god **** world could be stupid enough to love me. That I am just in a mere sense of state, of happiness, that I didn't deserve that, I shouldn't get this. but I didn't believe. I am now older, and I believe it all, but now that I believe it, people tell me, that those are just negative thoughts, obscene gestures over ones self. However older now, and more aware, why is it you tell me they are negative thoughts when older, but younger you tell me it is trust, truth, honesty. Why is it, that if I tell a friend, adult, teacher, consoler, that these are the thoughts that are in my mind constantly days after days, why is it that I am told, I am the crazy one, I am the depressed one, I am the one that should be put in a mental hospital, that I need the medication,  Why am I that one? I am now in this mindset, I am now stuck with gestures of myself. But if you point a finger at me, merely I suggest you read over your lips again.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
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