Why do my "friends" have to tell me everything that's wrong about me? I know they're probably just trying to help, but it's not like I don't hate myself enough already. I just wish there was someone who genuinely liked me, who thought I was really cool and funny and who was sad when I'm not in school and stops by my homeroom in the morning just to
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