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Worse feeling ever,
I never had an actual real-life friend since fifth grade, I'm 18 now. Of course, I have friends online but sometimes they never stick forever, and that's okay, things change. I hate that whenever a friend online that I built so much with just fades, but we each have our own lives and that's the way the world works. It's so hard for me to find someone in reality, I'm so awkward, have no social skills. What's wrong with me? I hate that I smile every time I talk, it's so annoying.
However, that's all on me, I'm the reason it's happening. Trust me, I'm trying to flip this around, it takes time, I get nervous so easily.
I just want people to relate, to whatever I'm feeling and going through. It seems no famous person relates, from what I know. Maybe I should be the one, make music to gather those who's also feeling this way. It seems that I am the only person in the world like this.
Sometimes I hate it, I tell myself, "You're so stupid, you do this every time." I know, I know, but apparently, I don't. I still think this, and there's still some hope in me left, but I don't know how much. I'd hate to accept it.
I never had an actual real-life friend since fifth grade, I'm 18 now. Of course, I have friends online but sometimes they never stick forever, and that's okay, things change. I hate that whenever a friend online that I built so much with just fades, but we each have our own lives and that's the way the world works. It's so hard for me to find someone in reality, I'm so awkward, have no social skills. What's wrong with me? I hate that I smile every time I talk, it's so annoying.
However, that's all on me, I'm the reason it's happening. Trust me, I'm trying to flip this around, it takes time, I get nervous so easily.
I just want people to relate, to whatever I'm feeling and going through. It seems no famous person relates, from what I know. Maybe I should be the one, make music to gather those who's also feeling this way. It seems that I am the only person in the world like this.
Sometimes I hate it, I tell myself, "You're so stupid, you do this every time." I know, I know, but apparently, I don't. I still think this, and there's still some hope in me left, but I don't know how much. I'd hate to accept it.
