Id rather live on this earth alone rather than being lied to continuously. I crave nothing but a little attention and understanding. When I’m going through something it seems as though no one can see what exactly is going on. The term “friends” is no more. The only thing that seems to be keeping me together is writing and medication. A well-kept balance in my life. Then you come along. Telling me nothing but unkept promises and unfulfilled truths. The only thing that continues to run through my mind is when can I finally sit down and tell myself that I am happy? But above all to learn to love myself without anyone’s approval?
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