Why is it so hard to get to know shy people? Why do people think its okay to look me over and forget I exist?
I wish…
I didn’t…
I wish I could be understood.
I didn’t want nothing more than a few good and strong friendships.
I feel as though I am sinking. I have no friends, not a lot of good memories, and a rough life.
I hate insecurities,
depression,
sadness,
and feeling that everyone is out to get me.
Why is it so hard to be normal? Why don’t I ever get any answers?
The strongest group of people are the ones who go unnoticed, speak rarely, and have the best stories.
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