The amount of worrying I've done this summer would equal to two months in school. It's sad, really. My only time to relax, and it's spent worrying about other people's problems. I'm tired of sticking my neck out for other people. Sometimes they just don't get that I am a nervous wreck. I even tell them. And they still don't get it. Well, you know what?
I'm done living my life in the shadow of someone else's. I'm my own person, and I can survive without a shadow. My stress levels may be 100%, but I know that eventually, I can say they're 0%.
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A Letter To Someone Who Can't Be Special Anymore
Non-FictionJust some of my daily thoughts, feelings, and activities. You'll notice that I think more than I speak.
