Category : Diary/Journal

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Nobody knows about what I go through. Nobody knows about the struggle. Why don't they know? It's because they won't care. They won't care that I cry. They won't care I suggest suicide. They will just shout die. 

I get bullied. At school,  I have nobody to trust to tell things to. I struggle. They don't know because all of the things I struggle with are secured with fake bright smiles surrounded by white teeth and soft lips. They think I live the perfect life. 💯 but I dont 👎 

My skin may be soft,  and my smile may be bright,  but that doesn't mean I don't break down at night. I try to stay positive but yet I can't. I give advice to others,  but yet can't  even follow it. 


My soul is filled with a hurricane. When I finally think it's over,  an earthquake comes. Sometimes all the natural disasters come together and form one great big one,  and I break down right then and there. Still managing to smile while crying. This is my private life nobody knows about,  don't tell a soul. 🔑