I act like everything's perfect, and a lot of the time it's good, but my life is nowhere near perfect. I'm the baby of my family, at fifteen, I am helping take care of my nineteen year old sister. Tonight we had another episode, and I don't know how much more of these I can take. I feel like it's my fault. I never really realized this, but I don't have a lot of true friends, and that's probably because I'm way too different than the people here. I'd like to make YouTube videos, but I don't have a camera and I know people would make fun of me. I also don't show anyone my writing, because they would make fun of me. I'm too different. I want to go somewhere else, but I would never survive in a school I didn't know. I'm too shy and awkward. Man, I just really wanna know why I am dealing with this. I mean, God doesn't give us anything we can't handle. So why do I feel like I can't handle this? Why do I want to just run away and not come back? Is it because I don't fit in? Is it because my own family doesn't understand me? Is it because I'm not sure of ANYTHING? If you read these and need someone to talk to, I promise I will listen.
(Always the listener, never the talker, right?)
Welp, goodbye, although I don't know who I'm talking to because no one reads these.....
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