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I cry because nothing is ever enough. I cry because i know my mom thinks everyone else is smarter than me. I cry because i have to waste my mom's money for SATprep classes because i'm stupid. I cry because I'm selfish. I cry because I'm torn. I cry because I'm stressed. I cry because I am sleep-deprived. I cry because i don't want to have friends, but i cry because i'm alone. I cry for all the things i regret. I cry because i can't go back in the past. I cry because i can barely remember my childhood. I cry because my family struggles. I cry because i can't help.

I cry for myself.
I cry for my family.
I cry for the world.

But most of all, I cry because I'm not a kid anymore. I cry because I'm not that smiling little girl with a bowl cut who would love taking pictures because she didn't know what 'ugly' was. I cry because she was so innocent. I cry because she didn't know life would be this hard. I cry because she never even thought about the future. I cry because i miss being care-free and innocent, with nothing to worry about. If i was hungry, my parents would feed me. If i were sad, playing with a toy would erase it all. I didn't have to worry about my looks, my clothes, my hair, my weight, my body, nothing. The little things would be enough for me. What happened to that girl?

I smile because I'm alive?