08.24.2024

anonymous
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As an adolescent who just hit the legal age, I am having a crisis. I don'r really know nothing anymore. How did my life turn out like this. At school, people wanted to be like me… I could never understand why. They all want to be like me not knowing how hard was it for me to even function on a daily basis. I spend sleepless nights with endless crying. I might perform well at school, that's because I no longer wanna live a life like this. I want to change. I always study because if I don't my negative thoughts would be occupying my mind. How can they wish to be like me.

 

I hate it the most when people call me smart or genius. Do they think I was born like this? What I am right now is a result of my hardwork. I work hard day-by-day so that when I get a job I can finally leave this cursed house. I want to build my own home. I want a home.

 

Right now I can't even understand why I'm writing/typing this. this text has is incoherent. but it does not matter. Only I can understand myself, after all.

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