It's so hard to appreciate everyone. It's so hard to stay happy at times like this. Every time I get upset, I go back to that one main thing that makes me even sadder. And then I blame it all on my self, which it really feels like it. When will my time come? When can I be happy?! I'm tired of waiting.. So much bad has happened to me. When the hell will it pick up? This makes me so angry. Why does everyone tell me that I'm perfect? Even the ones that know my problem? I'm not. I'm screwed up. I'm still waiting for that rainbow, it seems like its only in my dreams now. If only I could stay in my dreams and never wake up. XXX
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