Monday, 9th March 2015 - 1:56pm
I hate the fact that people can be so carelessly happy. I envy it. I hate constantly made to feel like a complete waste of space. But that's how everyone makes me feel.
I haven't eaten in what feels like forever. The thought of food makes me nauseous. No one has asked why I'm not eating. Maybe they haven't noticed? Wishful thinking, that is. They just don't care.
He's with her now. It hurts so much to see them hugging and kissing, like they don't care what the world thinks. I wish I could be like her, she's everything I want to be.
But I can't be like her. We're too different. She's happy and outgoing, and I'm just broken and shy. Who cares about me? That's right, no one.
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