when he broke up with me i felt like nobody thought i was pretty. or skinny. or smart. or funny. he was all that mattered. then i found out that he didnt even want to go out with me in the first place. i cut myself because i cant get any prettier so why even try anymore. my friend tries to help but she made me listen to "teardrops on my guitar" because it reminded her of me and that only made it worse. he'll never know how much i loved him and how badly he hurt me. i tell everybody that im over him but its a lie. i act all happy at school when in reality i just want to cry or punch something. my friends dont talk about it with me and thats not helping either. and i dont want to bug them with my problems. i dont make friends easily and if one gets annoyed with me it would devistate me.
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