Happiness? Not one bit...
I'm tired of feeling like I'm never good enough for you. I try everything to make you proud of me and in the end you just throw all of my mistakes into my face and call me stupid. Sorry for not being the perfect daughter you've always wanted. I live everyday making everyone else happy, all my friends and family, and in the end I feel no satisfaction. It feels like I can never be happy where I am now. Sure when I'm with my friends I'm happy, but then I have to come back here and it just feels like I'm drowning in anger, hate, and distance. It feels like I can never get out, never get away from this life. If I need to get far away from here and leave everything and everyone I love behind to be happy then so be it. I might be a good person that makes everyone else happy, but sometimes I hate that about myself and I just want to make myself happy for once.Happiness? Not one bit...
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