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Some Kind of Day

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Posted June 10th 2013 at 01:45 AM by MBach528

I wouldn't know how to describe this day. Right now, all I know is that I'm sitting here, texting my friends, telling them everything is peachy when they ask, when in reality, I'm crying helplessly.

Today should have been good. It was supposed to be a lot of fun. So why am I so miserable, and why have I been all day?

This morning, my dad took me to a tour of the Phillies stadium. It was awesome - we got to see so many things you don't normally see at a typical game. Got to throw in the bullpen, hit in the batting cages, see the world series trophies... It was awesome. But for some reason, I went through the whole thing not myself. I just found myself bored, even though I normally wouldn't have been bored.

Then I went to my aunt's house for a party. I just felt like I was in a room full of people whom I don't know, even though it was a house full of my family. They kept asking me why I wasn't swimming with everybody else. I just told them that I didn't have my bathing suit, which was true. Then my aunt offered me her bathing suit. I refused, saying that I didn't really want to go swimming. I felt terrible about it, because I couldn't go swimming because of the stupid scars on my arms that nobody can see. Does anybody understand what it's like to be in a room full of people you know but feel like a stranger?
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    I've gotten a tour of the Phillies stadium before!! We're huge fans

    Yeah, I totally get that. But you're not a stranger, not at all. You're a beautiful person who is going through hell to try to recover, and you're doing great! You have flaws, just like everyone else. And that doesn't make you any less of a person.
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    Posted June 10th 2013 at 02:07 AM by hocus pocus hocus pocus is offline
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    Have you ever gotten to the point where you cried so much, it actually really burned your eyes?
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    Posted June 10th 2013 at 04:09 AM by MBach528 MBach528 is offline
 
 
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