Dear Whom ever will take the time to read this
hi, my name is victor, and I am now on two antidepressants, and yet I still feel the same way. maybe it is the lack of sleep, maybe it is, because I am not social enough, or maybe, just maybe I can tell no one really does care too much about me, I mean come on I might not be able to spell, I might use bad grammar, I might not be able to do complex maths too well, I might be dyslexic, I might have a learning disability, but I am not stupid, I wish I was though I might actually think people liked me, and I might actually convince my self I am not alone in a world filled with people, and I might actuarial be happy, and not have to pretend that everything is fine, oh the two words I'm fine, is the biggest lie people tell, as is I'm ok, because nothing is really ok, only once in a while
love, maybe a person you consider your friend
VPK
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