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To be honest, I can’t actually give you a straight answer.
My best friends are fake to each other and don’t even realise I’m there half the time. No guy has ever looked at me as more than just a friend or a hook-up. I can’t look in the mirror without hating everything I see. No one ever really cares - everyone just ask if anything’s wrong so they can hear gossip, which you won’t ever get from me anyway so it’s pointless asking. I’m trying hard to eat well but the number on the scales goes up. The guy I’m interested in is interested in another, prettier girl. I’m so unmotivated to study because of everything else that’s going through my head. I miss the people who really love me and genuinely care.
So, to be honest, nothing in particular is wrong. But nothing is particularly right either, and it just gets exhausting.
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