"I’m 16. These teenage years are supposed to be filled with friendships, parties, relationships.

I don’t have any of that. I’m too afraid to step outside into the unknown world, so I spend all of my time online, pretending to be someone else, someone who’s funny and affectionate and not a total screw up. My parents worry all the time because I refuse to socialize with the other kids in my street. They worry because I’ve built such an indestructible wall around me that they think they’ll never be able to see me again.

Today I waited all day for the site update. I read every postcard, imagining the excitement of the owner of each one when they would see their secrets finally set free. I began to lose hope, but as I reached the bottom of the page I saw it.

When I saw my postcard on your site (Life Is So Much Easier When It’s Pixelated) I was breathless.

I’ve never been happy with myself. I’m too fat, too ugly, too geeky, too sensitive. But I guess I’ll never be able to receive the love and attention I so desperately crave until I learn to love myself.

Today, for the first time in 6 months I walked outside and said hello to the first person I saw. It felt amazing."

Well done =)

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Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "just friends"
We're the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
And never had it at all

And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me

Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not making any sense
Blame everyone but me for this mess
And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
We never seemed so far
I'm hopelessly hopeful, that you're just hopeless enough
But we never had it at all

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Hmmm...