when i'm with him, i don't have a care in the world.
i don't have to worry about school,
or life,
or my parents,
or my other friend's problems.
i don't have to worry.
i feel like a little kid again.
i feel like the little girl i used to be,
with the contagious smile,
and the bubbly personality.
the one who never cried.
the one who didn't care what other people thought.
that's how i feel when i'm with him.
but when i'm at home, i don't feel that way.
i feel singled out.
i feel like the world is bent against me.
i feel like i can't do anything right,
and that hurts.
now, you yell at me.
scream at me.
call me names.
make fun of me.
make me feel, overall, like i'm useless.
he makes me feel happy.
giddy even.
like there isn't a care in the world.
he makes me feel like me.
and you wonder why i don't spend time at home?
ummm, yeah.
cool.
you're great.
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