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I'm Jen. I have a sad story, but it's definitely not the worst. I realize I have a lot and for that, I'm thankful. I have the most amazing boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He's my best friend and my Notification. I'm his Ice Cream. No one could ever tear us apart. They've tried, but they got nowhere close to succeeding.What I don't have is friends. My Notification is the only friend I really have. He's the only one I can tell anything and everything to. He's the only one I've got.
People don't like me. I don't know why, but they don't. I wish I had the nerve to tell them this...
"I can hear what you're saying. Go on, act like I don't know what you think of me. It still hurts just the same. You specifically will never understand what it's like to be abused mentally and physically, to be treated like you're not a person, to be hated by all but a few people. You're the reason I'm like this. The reason I've almost been gone 16 times. But that's just more for you to say about me, isn't it? I wish I didn't care. I wish I had to ability to just ignore what you say. But I can't. I'm sorry for whatever I did so wrong to deserve this."
I'd be able to tell them if I weren't so afraid of what they'd say: to me and about me. If they knew that I'm bipolar, have multiple personalities, anorexic, anemic, have social anxiety disorder, and that I've been going in and out of depression for the last four years, maybe they'd care. But I'm not gonna get my hopes up. They think I feel sorry for myself. I don't. And you shouldn't be either. I just had to write it all out.
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and why u have interview ????????/ razz
ummm jen i told u i am sick and i was ummm it was grippe (in frensh ) grrrrrrr really angry of that
oh yea how r u i mean r u feeling better now ??? i hope it *hugs*