Nobody understands me. Nobody, never, will understand what I think or why I do what I do. I always will be the rude, the selfish, the independent, the girl who does what she wants without thinking. I know that's not true, I know I'm a difficult person, but I'm not that bad. I don't know how to explain my feelings, I don't know why everybody gets angry with me, why I make people cry. But I either understand why people don't see that I can also feel the pain of being missunderstood.
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