Things change and life doesn't stop for anybody

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By society’s definitions I am a bad person. I’ve spent the first 16 years of my life abusing myself to and everyone around me. Like I’m a bad kid. Seriously. I try be a nice “good” person but I’m too bitter. And when people hear my views of myself they contradict them and tell me what a wonderful kind person I am. I’m not sure if their standards are really low or if I am a good person. But all I know is that if I’m not a bad person I don’t know who is. 

I miss you. A lot. And I really want to talk to you and try to rebuild our friendship but I can’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t sound pathetic and make me feel like some sad lonely crazy ex-y type person. And I can’t figure out how I let this happen. How I let any of this happen. And I really wish I could go back and be a better person.

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I just finished reading “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”. I think you can tell…

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