The need to be understood runs deep within all of us, but we have to learn how to let go of that need, especially if you are one who constantly feels misunderstood, or like nobody out there can understand you.
I miss the girl that made everyone happy and didn't self-harm, wasn't suicidal. I miss the girl that had tons of friends. I miss the girl that didn't need cheering up because she was always happy. I miss the girl who used to be me.
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