Everyone im around is always happy and they think im always happy but this smile is just a mask to cover up a face of lonlyness and, bored’m everyone is like his so happy theres nothing wrong in his life but there is everyday it the same thing i wake up to the fucking alarm, i get dressed go to school come home sit around that it and im tired of it i just fell like busting out of my skin (i have no idea what that means but it something to do) i think maybe i just might kill my self i been making excuses not to do it but i cant take it no more.
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