I'm so sick of not being good enough.
I'm so sick of everything I do not meaning anything; so sick of getting ridiculed for everything I do wrong, or can't do, or don't know I am supposed to do. I'm sorry I'm not perfect, I'm sorry I can't read minds, and I'm sorry for being me.
It is uncomforting to be unsure of who to trust, when to talk, what
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I like you.
And I know there are many more who feel the same.
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I still heart you biggest time.
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