Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've sat in my room and cried, how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've had to hold back tears, how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap but I told back for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that have gone through me head whenever I'm sad and how horrible they really are. Nobody knows how I really feel.
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1 Response Aug 26, 2014

Yeah, I know how you feel. Sometimes, I wish there was someone who just really understood me, who I could really vent to. That's all you need; to let whatever's bothering you out everyone once in a while. I'm sure that would make you feel better.

Yeah I understand. I'm guilty of doing the same thing sometimes, but it's not healthy.