i feel like my sadness and stress is invalid, since there’s so many people who have it worse than me. Like my mental pain can’t compare to the abuse other’s have gone through. I feel like i’m just paranoid. Nobody’s watching me, nobody wants to hurt me. But i can’t help but feel that way, and i can’t help but feel guilty for it. I lie when i say ‘i don’t know’. I know exactly why i’m jumpy, and sad, and in my room all day. I just don’t want them to tell me what i already know; I’m overreacting.