I try to like myself. It’s hard. Everyone makes it seem easy. I hate other people. Just a few though. They made me who I am. Not in a good way. I hate what other people have done to me. Not even physical bullying. Just verbal. Y’know the saying “Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me”? They hurt. Words hurt a lot. I hate some parts of what I have become. It’s because of school. I wish I was homeschooled. I probably wouldn’t have depression, and anxiety, or even trust issues. I could just be happy like I was. But those feelings are never coming back. True, true happiness.
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