~Author's Note~
I don't own the turtles.
Enjoy!
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Why am I like this?...
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Why do I have to be so different?...
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Why is it so hard?...
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I'm doing it again...
I sit up late at night and let these thoughts run through my head over and over again until I fall asleep. I know it's probably not the healthiest but...I can't help myself.
Do they really think I'm stupid?...
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Don't they know I try?...
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Am I really that stupid?...
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*Sigh*
Maybe I really am stupid? I always mess something up, (Though I never really mean it, it just happens.) I have a hard time understanding the easiest things, (My brothers made that very clear.)
and...well, I don't know, I guess I'm just...broken.
I feel broken...
I don't want to feel like this anymore. I want to know why I can't focus, why I can't understand things, why I can't function right! I can't really be this stupid, there has to be a reason WHY!...
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There's so much I want to understand, but...how can I? How can I figure out what's wrong when there's no one there to help me? They'd all roll their eyes at me and say, 'There's nothing wrong with you, Mikey.' or 'It's all in your head, Mikey.' or 'Stop being so dramatic, Mikey, you just need to focus more.',
'Go away, Mikey, you're bothering me.'
'Stop asking so many questions, Mikey, I don't have time.'
'Stop being annoying, Mikey!'
'Stop doing this, Mikey!'
'Stop doing that, MIKEY!'
'Just STOP! BEING!'-...
...you
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...Stop being me.
...But...
I can't stop being me...
I AM me...
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...I am me.
~Author's Note~
I don't really have much to say besides this might become a full story if people want to see more of this. Of course, I also just might continue it anyways if I come up with more ideas. We'll see how it goes.
~ŻømbiėTürtłė~