It all started in 8th grade when I had to deal with all my friends leaving me and people talking badly behind my back. Before that, I always relied on my friends for my happiness. During that time, my mental health truly hit a dip. I still had to go to school every day and put on a smile. However, whenever I would come home I would cry myself to sleep and think about how dying would stop everything. To this day, I have only opened up to a few people about the thoughts in my head. Some days I truly do feel happy but when I am sad, I always put on a fake smile. On the inside, I am not okay and continue to deal and improve my mental health every day. However, on the outside, I look perfectly fine. Some would even say happy.
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