I feel like such a burden to everyone I've ever met. All my friends are secretly sick of me. My parents and teachers have lost their patience for me. I feel so alone. All. The. Time. And I can't ever tell anyone. I can't tell anyone what I feel. Nobody would want to listen. I don't want pity. I want a friend. Is it too much to ask for someone to hold me because I'm falling apart? It hurts to be like this. I want to tell my friends what's going on. But I can't. I'll be disturbing them. Interrupting their lives. I'm just a disturbance that won't go away. I'm an irritating noise in the room that won't stop. What if I just stopped? If I just stopped, everyone would heave a sigh of relief. And resume their lives. Lighter. Better. With no dead weight to carry. When your emotional pain manifests physically, you know you're done for. And right now, I can feel myself splintering in shards of messed up mentalities, fresh fatalities, rewound realities.
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