I hang out in a huge groupe with a lot of people. I only have a few friendst though, but they make fun on me and it really hurts. They tell me in the end that their just playing with me and that they understand, but sometimes I wonder if they really mean what they say. I never tell them that what their doing is hurtful cause the voice in my head tells me that I desirve to be told those things. I cry when I'm alone from them and at the same time the voice tells me that I will alawys be alone. That no one would care what happens to me. Wether if I lived or died. And times I begin to belive what the other side of me is saying. I like to help others, esepicaly thoses in need, but am I that worthy for someone ales to waist their time in helping me? Do I even desirve it? The voice in my head tells me no and I belive it.
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