It's okay to be sad sometimes. Don't judge me just because you don't understand the reason behind my pain. I see the looks, the questions in people's eyes as they try to figure me out, wondering what's hurting me and why I seem so different. But not everything needs an explanation. People talk, make assumptions, and create their own stories, yet they could never walk a mile in my shoes or feel the weight I carry. They say, "She's depressed." They ask, "Why is she always so sad?" But the truth is, my struggles aren't for everyone to understand. I'm often asked why I'm so emotional, why I'm sad, angry, hurt, frustrated, or distant. Well, if you really want to know, I'll tell you:
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