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Yep, I'm mostly a fake shell for others. Even when I feel like I'd rather be dead, people still think I'm happy. The rare time I let someone know that I'm feeling really depressed, they're always shocked with it and then list off all the things about me that are good. Really now, do they think I'm stupid too? I KNOW what I've done with my life. And it's all been forced just to fit in with what everyone considers to be normal! I don't even know what's authentically me anymore.
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"The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things. Of shoes, of ships, of sealing wax, of cabbages, of kings! Of why the sea is boiling hot, of whether pigs have wings..."
"I have a problem with low self-esteem. Which is really ridiculous when you consider how amazing I am.
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