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Not Just Me
I thought I was the only one who felt this way, but my sneakiness has proved otherwise and that scares me.
She's always been the prettier one, the one with all the friends, the one with the endless activities, the one with the boyfriends, the one with the social life.
How could having all that ever make someone sad?
Has she ever felt the despair I've felt?
Have we both been sad?
Did she know I was ever sad?
We just don't have that...that comfortableness to talk about things like that.
We float on the surface and never go to a depth that scares us.
