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I have greatly realized the despair I caused you. You where the greatest in the world, till you met me, things changed, they always do. People never like the Real side of me, I always talk too much, or to little, or I am always depressed and not fun to be around. I am sorry I can’t make any of you happie. I refuse to be someone I am not. What if I were perfect would you like me then? Would you like me if I changed, like a chameleon always being different never the same, never having my own personality to hold on to. You may think that is not what I should do but, how else could I go by day by day trying to make people happie, because I think my sadness is already to much for this world. I live in a cycle that is never ending; I build my dreams on sand, how quickly they slip between my hands, always falling away from me, only bringing be happiness that only ends with depression. So why should I build I hopes up for something that will never happen?