Why do I only cut with the door closed. Why do I only cry when no one can hear me. In the end I'll just die for whatever reason and they won't care that I was in so much pain and I didn't show them.
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The Untitled Story of an Anxiety Disorder
RandomI'm the girl who is always there for people when they need a friend but I am also the girl who faces many issues alone, but would still do anything to see someone else smile. This is the diary of someone living with anxiety. Some people might think...
