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If you know me IRL then you know I am the bright one. Not the smart kind of way. More that I am always happy and crazy. . . around people. If I am sad and around people I will not show it. I've done this most of my life.
I have told people who know me IRL NOT to read this story. But did they listen? No. Aka. My friends. only 3-4 of them. A few weeks ago. We had a P.E lesson and were in groups. My friends told me they had read my story. This story. I pretended it didn't bother me (I do that a lot). Despite doing one of my favourite things in P.E I had to hold back anger and tears. I am the crying person. I get angry easily which leads to tears. I hate it. I hate myself. I wish i could start my life over. New family. New friends. But then a part of me loves what I have.
You're probably wondering why I don't want people who know me IRL read this. They might try to help me. I don't want help. because,
a) I don't think I need it
b) I don't want them to turn out like me. If one person is sad everyone is sad. A bit like this
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You can look at this image two ways
1. All the sad people make the happy one sad. Making everyone sad
or
2. That one person will make everyone happy. I like to see that as hope. That happy person is a hope for everyone to be happy. Hope is a powerful thing. Hope is something everyone has found. Hope has ended many wars and terrible tragedies in stories but in this story.
