Sick. I feel sick. I feel sick deep inside where nothing can touch but words. The sickness hurts and it tears and shrieks and it hurts so much, but I have to keep it inside. I want it to go away, but there’s no way. To make it leave, I’d have to let it out. I feel sick and I hurt and I don’t know what to do. I’m afraid to ask for help and I’m afraid to tell you. My sickness can’t be cured by a doctor and no one can fix it but me.
But I can’t fix it. I want to fix it, I want to so bad, but I can’t. I’m scared and I just want you to understand, but you never would. You’re causing my sickness.
What if you hate me? What if you try to get rid of me?
I need to keep it inside where no one can see it.
No one.
I just
Feel
Sick

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laughs hysterically at this gross thing i wrote 

HAHAHAHAAH
depression is serious business kids especially when your mom doesnt accept or support your lesbian relationships!!!!!!!!

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