very often when rethinking about the last couple of years i keep telling myself that i was happier back when i lived with my mother
when i lived in a disgusting house with a person i despise so much that i couldn't even stand talking to her anymore
skipping school so much that i almost failed multiple school years, just rotting away in my bed all day, doing nothing
that's a scary thought
at the lowest possible point in my life i felt happier than now, even though i'm now surrounded with people that love and care about me and want the best for me
i hate to think about that, it makes me nauseous
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