There’s something off about me and I know it. I will never fit in. It makes me sick to think how much time I have wasted trying to be liked, how much time I have wasted worrying about what other people will think about me. I don’t want to care but I can’t help it. It hurts that people don’t like me. It’s always there, The longing.

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