I know I was a massive loser in year 7. (I probably still am a massive loser, I just try harder now.) I know in year 7 I did totally uncool things and didn't experience anything and still went to the movies with my mum and bought so fresh cds.
But you wanna know something funny?
In year 7 I was happy.
Its funny how everyones insecure and depressed and worry about things all the time when on the outside they seem totally cool and stress free.
I envy people without realising they're more similar to me than I ever imagined.
Maybe we're not that different.
Sometimes when I try to go to sleep I get this tight, scary feeling in my chest from worrying too much and thinking my life is shit and everyone is having a better time than me, and i can't make it go away so I just lie there feeling inadequate and wishing life was like a movie with a happy ending and a plot you can understand and witty banter without awkward pauses.
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