I was popular I had people who wanted to be me. But I wanted to be anyone but me. People looked at me like a god and I felt the complete opposite. I felt like an empty hole. These people weren't my true friends they just used me to be noticed. "What's wrong?" My fake friend Jennifer asked,"Actually I don't care what it is but whatever it is make it stop you're making me look bad."
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RandomDo you ever get the feeling that you're not loved? Well I do. Do you ever think that if you died right now no one would notice? Well I think that all the time. I feel that I never have a purpose.
