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Whenever I come home from college, I feel like my family pays attention to how much time I spend alone during break rather than hanging out with ‘friends’ that I don’t really have.
When people make jokes about my height, I’ll laugh with them and pretend it’s okay. I doubt they know how much it makes me cry.
When I say I don’t want something for Christmas, I really mean it. I’d want more than anything for people to give that money to others who need it more. But I’m too shy to say this because I’m afraid it’ll come off as pretentious.
I’m afraid I’ll never find love, becuase my social awkwardness only attracts other equally or more socially awkward guys.
I wish I jumped onto the YouTube bandwagon when it first started. It hurts to think that people making nonsensical videos once every few weeks will make more money off of that than I will after 4 years of positively gruesome engineering education.
Since I used to drown myself in self pity, I now find it really hard to trust the sincerity of others’ tears, because I know how unjustified my own were.
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