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Even when I'm singing?
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JUST, ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH.
Is it September yet?
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Just remember to breathe, and take the moral high ground. Maybe she'll be freaked out by overt niceness. Keep her on her toes, guessing what you're going to do next.
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But then most of the time I hate me, so I can understand why no one else likes me all that much.
Sometimes I wonder if I would be missed at all if I wasn't here. I doubt it would be noticed.
I feel empty and unloved and know I'm going to end up sad and alone.
But other than that life's just peachy. Also am mesmerised by your icon, and now wanting a High School Musical fest of my very own.
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Oh, I fail.
A High School Musical fest is a very good idea. (In a sad, sad way, HSM helped me. Ryan made me feel fabulous about myself.)
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So, yeah. I don't have much in the way of self confidence, which doesn't help online friendships either. I constantly feel as though they just reply/chat to me to be polite, but really they don't care. I worry an unanswered text means they are bored with me.
This might be thanks to the friends I had in school who were mocking me behind my back, even if not as much as I thought at the time. When fights did mean the end of friendships.
BUT! I am trying to get past this. I want to trust in my friends and be confident, and I think I'm getting better. And I am happy, mostly, so it can't be all bad :D
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Happiness is good :D Take the steps. It will happen!
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2. I have less than nine years to live.
I don't have a disease or anything, just this feeling that I won't live to be thirty. Only one friend of mine knows; she said it was probably a psychological thing where I just couldn't picture myself at that age. But it was a thought I had when I was about fifteen, a thought that I had that I didn't think of, and it sounds crazy and I might actually bring myself to an early death just thinking about that thought so much, but there it is. And years later, it hasn't gone away.
Parents and professors talk about my future as though I have forever. I don't have forever. Job interviewers ask me where I see myself in ten years. I lie through my teeth. I don't have ten years. I just have this sense that I'm here for a reason, I'm here to do something, and I don't have all that long. But every day people die suddenly, unexpectedly, today or tomorrow and the day after that. So sometimes nine years feels like forever. I put myself in dangerous ( ... )
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