I know. I really do. You've drilled it into my head. Over and over. The same words every time.

      I know I shouldn't think like this.

       I know I shouldn't think bad about myself.
  
      I know that if I do, it wont be healthy.

      I know that you know that I'm not okay.

      I know that you want to help.

       I know that you want to fix me.

      I know it isn't good to block people out.

    I know.

       I know it hurts you that I don't trust you. But how can I? Everyone I've ever trusted is gone. Why would you be different.

       I know that keeping secrets is dangerous. But maybe telling them is even more so.

       I know I'm always in my room away from the world. But it's my safe place. Isolation is my peace.

        I know I need to go out more. But my anxiety is a real pain in the rear. It terrifies me to just walk out the door.

        I know.

       I know that I'm not the only one feeling like this.

       I know that talking about it will probably help.

       I know that keeping my emtions bottled up can hurt me.

        I know I should get some help before it gets worse.

         I know that it's okay to cry. I do it quite often.....just not in front of others.

         I know that showing the hurt won't make me vulnerable.

         I know that I might seem rude and ignorant of you.

          I know that I'm always in a bad mood.

          I know that I glare more than I smile.
  
         I know I have a sarcastic tone and an annoyed look.

         I know that sometimes I just need to stop and take a deep breath.

         I know that the bags under my eyes aren't from a lack of sleep.

         I know I'm getting dangerously close to the border of my limits.

         I know that sometimes the end doesn't sound so bad.

        I know that you tell me the same things because they're important.

         I know that the pain won't last forever but I also know that it'll be there for a long time.

          Trust me. I know.

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Sorry about the crappy chapter. My brain hasn't really been awake lately. Please please please keep reading even though I'm a horrible writer. I'll try to make the next one better. Pinkie promise.