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My life..

Well I'm just sad and mad and amused of what is happening. There is a reason why I rather have one friend that I can only rely on and you know it sucks being the third bestfriend cuz you will be only their last option if their other bestfriend is not with them BUT when all the three of us is together and when u can only pick one person to be ur partner ... WELP THAT SUCKS A WHOLE BUNCH. The worst part of being the third bestfriend is WHEN THERE'S ONLY TWO BESTIE CHARM OR WATEVER. AAAHHHH UHHHH UGHHHHHHHH IM DONE.

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  • you'd be surprised over how often that the thought occurs for me sometimes I've granted myself the horrible thought of being alone throughout my life, despite liking my privacy a lot, loneliness would prove to be the reason why i went crazy if it ever happens sounds a lot like being the third wheel huh. which is funny considering they aren't any romantic tendencies appearing between the friendship at hand ive considered staying alone and not risk having jealousy coming from one or another friend, and oddly enough it seems like a really nice solution though id probably go insane.

I'm having a really bad anxiety

As you can see from the title I am having a really bad anxiety these days..
I'm usually not like this but is just that I've been really negative recently, about me not going to make it to 7th grade. And even if I got the Question right I still think I'm wrong. It like EVERYTHING IS WRONG WITH ME AND ITS TRUE!! I know a lot of ppl are not going to see this but I just need a place to yell out.

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  • It’s not you, it’s not you at all. It’s just how we’re taught as a person, and trust me, the only reason why I can deal with questions is because of excessive training. I hate it, trust me, you don’t want to be smart because of all the stress behind it. I’m stupid, I’m willing to admit it. I’m a huge sap, a crybaby and everything unholy. Stress is my friend until the bitter end, and sometimes I can’t deal with it anymore. I would know, I’m a mess behind my plastered on face. god I sound emo. sorry about that I’ve considered self harm before, don’t make the mistakes I did.

  • Sometimes you just need to let it out, and I know what it feels to be like this. You’re going to pass, haze, and it’s not true. You’re imperfectly perfect, and I don’t care what you say, because I’m just putting this here. Let me tell you a little something, whenever I smile, it’s not real joy I feel. I’m empty inside, hollow. I cry every now and then, because I get high on the feeling of pain sometimes, like it belongs. and maybe it does.