I wish I could talk about it, but I can't. Even in that classic angsty "If only someone would ask me what's wrong" way, I say nothing. I lie. I wish I knew what it was, and I wish I could talk about it, but I can't because I don't like the idea of the attention if something is actually wrong with me in mah head area. I don't like pity eyes and I
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