I sometimes have that feeling, I don't know what it's called, when I feel like the loneliest person alive, like everyone hates me, like there's no point living. I know that that's all a lie as I'm surrounded by people, have friends and there's a huge point in living.
I just get that feeling. It's weird because I cry, I don't normally cry.
Maybe this feeling is just unknown.
Maybe I made it up?
Sometimes I get it, the worst part of it is.
It brings back all the bad memories.
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sometimes I feel like I want to stop breathing...
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