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My life is so complicated, you'd need an entire "wikipedia-styled" article of me.
If I had one, it'd probably be one of the craziest stories... well like not like any acheivements or anything, but more like depression and trauma. I'm gonna seem so broken that you'd not wanna be friends. People are gonna be like: "oh that's that person, wow" then walk away since nobody want to hang out since nobody want to get afflicted/infected with my sadness.
I mean, I reflect on my past and I visualize the scene in "3rd person" and I look like a scared kitten hiding in the corner, except I'm not a cute kitten, but rather looks like a mini-tiger. That was what I was like in school.
I'm kinda just deciding on leaving an autobiography/journal, in case I kms in the future. I wonder how my parentd would react. Maybe leaving something behind would finally get them to understand what I've been through from my PoV. Maybe they'd live a better life without me being around. Idk.