So, in my class at school my teacher had us make valentines day bags by having everyone in the class write a complement of sorts on it. Like everyone else, i got complements, alot about my art, but i really didnt beleive them all, it almost felt like they were lying to me. I nkow they all mean well but i just cant stop listening to a little part in ym body thats saying " theyre lying to you " " you dont deserve complements " And that part of me, obviously, hates me. It almost feels like a demon clinging to my shoulder in a way. I gotten about 17 complements that, half of, i dont feel like i deserved. these thoughts scare me because they could drive themselves into even more horrible, gruesome, scary, horrifying thoughts that would slowly eat at me. i dont like the thought of tellkign other real life people these problems, thinking that they may say " your to young to be depressed" or " I promise you arent depressed, just sad" because im only 10. i know maybe its not depression but it just feels

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