why the fuck douse every friend i have eventually stab me in the back even when i don't do anything to them i hate it i mean i know I'm not the best person in the world but still is there such a thing as a true friend any more it's like no matter what i do to try to keep a friend something comes up that rips it to shreds
i actuwelly cried wow i can't believe i really showed my sadness i never show any emotions except angry and a charade that looks like a happy average teenage girl going though school. no one really knows the real me the dark and depressed broken hearted/ fallen angel who only exist on this site because it's the only place i can show it without being judged by any one of corse i wouldn't be depressed if i had never met him
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