My life isn't always about smiling and laughing. Sometimes I sit down and just cry. I cry about people at school teasing me about my height. I'm not very tall. Sometimes I cry because my parents aren't being fair. Sometimes I cry is because, well, it just feels good to cry. I caresses my soft pillow close to my as I let it dry up my salty tears. I hide in my closet sometimes so I can be alone. I usually think I have no meaning in the world. Sometimes I'm in the dumps, and sometimes I'm so happy that i care about noting in the world. I'm on a roller coaster, and I don't think I'm coming off it quite yet.
Sincerely,
Jasmine
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