So growing up I dealt with everything on my own.
Sad? On my own Hurt? On my own Scared? On my own Or at least that has just always been my way of dealing with things. So it's getting harder as I'm so new to the idea of just letting someone help me. I don't know how to listen to them properly. I can't figure it out and all the people trying to help me confuses me as I'm not used to it. I don't want to be helped but I do. In other words, I don't know how people could help me and actually be helping at this point. I've just dealt with the anxiety that comes with being me around others. I'm scared of myself and others sometimes. I'm not even sure about my gender. I don't know who I want to be and who I am. Come to think of it I've never really felt that my name is even Zoe. And sometimes I feel that my problems aren't real cause they're not that bad. I don't want to trouble anyone so I'll just keep on trying to...I don't even know what my goal in life is anymore. I don't understand why we all live. It makes no sense. We go to school. Some don't. And then we work. And we eat. And we all are always doing things. It makes no sense. We are all gonna die and that just scares me the most. Why are we all doing things if it all leads to death. It's just like a game, you can play for awhile but it always ends. Well fuck there goes the I'm not gonna think about it resolve. There really is something that I know that I'll never talk about on here and I wish I was ready too but every time I text the words they just get deleted and stored into the sub level of the second layer of the pentagon.
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AuthorHey y'all, this is really emo. It's also really old. I'm in high school now, so if you're reading this, please stop, as it's very cringy. I'm 14 now, by the way. Archives
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