Little things get to me, alot. Whether it be my internet connection fucking up, my friends saying little things that i take too much to heart, something my mum says that makes me think she’s not bothered about seeing me every now and then, realising the happy endings that happen in romance films or books i’ve just seen or read will never happen to me, to us, in the real world. Sometimes it can be even smaller insignificant things, such as me wanting toast, and us having no bread, or going to make a cup of tea and realising we have no milk, and not having any chocolate, or when i make an effort to smile at a stranger in the street even while i feel like death, and they don’t smile back and i realise, they’re either one of many ignorant people in this world, they listen to the bad media about teenagers too much or they’re too sad to even force a smile. And that’s sad. And that gets to me.

All of these things get to me, and i don’t mean i just think ‘Oh this sucks’ and carry on how i was. I mean i feel really low. Sometimes i cry. And sometimes it takes me alot to get back out of this. The worst thing is i could have been so happy just a second ago.

This is me, i’m a fuck-up.

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