When I share my personal stories, it's not to focus on me, it's not to try to get pity. It's to try to help someone else out there that might be going through something similar.
When I get upset, there's a real reason behind it, even if the trigger was something stupid.
When I say I was bullied, I mean it. Just because the vague story doesn't seem like bullying, it was.
When I say I'm succeeding, it's because I feel so so so happy and blessed to have made it to where I am.
When you think I'm attacking you.... I'm not.
And when I say I love you, I mean it.
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