Why do I get yelled at so much? I try to do my best and it's not like I want to screw everyone else's life up anyway. The yelling does not help. I rub my eyes, but the tears keep rolling on out.
No one has time for me anymore. When others want time for me, it's like I run away. I am scared of people themselves. It's weird.
I took at least ten depression quizzes today and they all say that I should seek help especially if I answered yes to whether or not I think about death a lot. I do though and I don't understand why other people don't think about death a lot. I don't understand why people can be sooooo happyyyy allllll the timmmme. Life is a racetrack, and I am the one who gets the worst injuries with the worst dents. I suck at life. Period.
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