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Thanks, Jason.

You don't know what I look like.

What are you up to?

I can't even spell right. *skin

You want to know why I'm afraid?
Because here's the real me:
I'm an idiot. You're really smart and I'm not. I swear like a fucking sailor but I know you don't like swearing so I don't when we talk. I'm fat. I can't talk to someone without going into a panic. I cry in the bathroom at school during lunch. I push everyone away and that's why I spend most of my day in my room. I can talk to people online because I know that if they judge me I can just delete my profile and never talk to them again. All my teachers worry about me. I'm suicidal every night. I'm so triggered right now it's ridiculous and I'm so excited because later I plan I taking my blade into the bathroom and ripping up my skind. I'm an awful person who just lets everyone down because she's so screwed up! Because her emotions and her fears always get the best of her and she disappoints everyone.
That's me. That's my "thing"

I'm ok, thanks.
I'm glad you're well.

Thanks.
You're a really great friend, Jason.
How are you feeling?

That doesn't make me mad. I guess that kind of makes sense. That could be it. I just think I'm screwed up. And you don't need to hear about all my problems.

I want to hear it, please? I wont get mad or anything, I'm just curious what you think.
There's one that says something like:
Me: Break a plate.
You: Ok
*You break a plate*
Me: Now, say sorry to it
You: Sorry.
Me: Did that fix the plate?
You: No.
Me: Do you understand?

What do you mean you'll keep your theories to yourself?
Thanks. Same goes to you.

I just didn't know what to say. Plus, we talk about me too much anyway.