Why can't I fit people's standards?
Why do people only like skinny girls or thicc girls?
Why can't they love me?
Why cant I have someone who loves me unconditionally romantically or not?
Why can't I be happy and loved?
Why do I have to be different?
Why can't people see the difference between a cry for help and a cry for attention?
Why do I have to be in live with my best friend?
Why wont someone be friends with me?
Why does everyone see me as the socially awkward girl?
Why can't they see the person who likes to dye her hair, or the girl who would die for you, or even the girl who is faling math class because quarantine isn't working for me?
Why do they have to see what they wanna see?
Cause I just want someone who can love me and appreciate me for who I am, say being bisexual isnt a faze, see through my lies of saying "I'm okay", laugh at my jokes, and hold my hand when I need it.....
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To Anyone Who'll Listen
RandomSo, I'm depressed, have social anxiety, anxiety in general, might be bipolar and no I did not self diagnose. I actually went to a therapist and doctor. But I'm feeling extra depressed so like I need to rant before I end up fighting again with my f...
