The Same Old Truth.

Their stories make me cry. It tugs at my heart that, I can give advice, but still they do not wish to be happy. For only you can change yourself. 

Sometimes you feel so out of place. I was there, I was in the middle, but I sat quiet. While they talked amoungst themselves. They kept laughing, talking, while I closed my eyes, trying so hard not to cry. Not to feel. Lonely. It hurt even more, so sensitive it tugged at my heart, that I knew I didn't belong there. That even though I was trying, it wasn't good enough. 

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I learn. My dad tells me such wonderful stories, lots of advice, and any knowledge I can gain. HHe told me one day, about how girls stay with the guys that are jerks in their life. Do you know why? It is because they are comfortable with it. Because that is the way they were brought up in life, they are comfortable with someone who treats them like shit. Odd isn't it? 

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I try my hardest everyday to keep the people I care about happy. I try to keep myself happy everyday. Some days I succeed. Some days I fail. Sometimes I just breakdown and start crying because out of nothingness. Sometimes I feel accepted by the people around me. Sometimes I feel like I am alone and no one knows what it is like. Some days I say "Fuck My Life". Some days I say, This is the best day of my life.

But I Never say "I love you" To anyone.

But I always say "I care about you". To the people I can.

I think I should write a story, a real story. 

And I want some people to know. I'm doing all I can for you. Do the same for yourself. Please.