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Sharpen your teeth and bite as hard as you want.

I feel sick to my stomach. And I don’t know if it’s because I’m happy, or upset, or worried, or stressed. It could be a combination of all four. But regardless, I don’t feel right. 

My gramma told me she feels like she lives with a “stranger”. I agree with her. I am a stranger in my own home. And I’m okay with it, but she’s not. I don’t want her, or anyone else, to know who I really am. I don’t want anyone knowing the thoughts inside my head because they’d be terrified of me. I’m so low right now.