Diary of a wimpy teenager
Nothing is ok. Nothing I do is good enough. At least not for you. I wish you could see behind these hazel eyes and understand the character that is me. The content, the person, the soul. You have no idea what it looks like. I fear you, and that you will never ever get to see that side of me. Time is running out. And all I want is for you to at least try. Give me one good reason not to feel uncomfortable when you are around, just like I shouldn't feel that way. And would you for once give me a reason to want to be there. Please.
Is that too much to ask? Really?
Is that too much to ask? Really?
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