I feel... like I've been pushed aside. Every time I'm happy, it's because I'm trying to ward off depression. Every time I'm in my over excentric happy explodey mood, inside I'm dead.
Call me an emo if you want, but at least I have things that make it like this. I'm not an emo and I never will be one.
I feel ignored.
I feel betrayed.
I feel unimportant.
I feel sick.
The funny thing is that noone will even look at this thing.
I'm sick of everyone else being happy and me not. I'm sick of people ignoring me. I'm sick of people who are too shalow to realize that I am really hurt.
I'm sick of people in general.
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