the miserable life of a miserable teenager

embarrassing



It’s my fault I’m antisocial, I repel any human being in my proximity. I’ve watched all the nicest people become

manipulative, selfish, dishonest, plotting,

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Where’s the pattern?

It sucks. Being depressed managed to scare anyone who could ever damn about me, far away.

I’m sorry, I don’t know how to fix this.

How to fix me.

Everything about me is

embarrassing and exhausting.

My room, my face, my attitude, my past,

my life.

Where do I even start?


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