Sad. That was the only word to describe myself. Why was I sad? I don't know. I'm just like this. I get sad over nothing. I am sad and I will always be sad. Everyone says things will get better. But I feel things won't get better, I feel they will only get worse. Tell me it's just a phase, tell me I'm just being over dramatic, tell me I'm dumb and stupid for being sad. Oh people I call friends, please tell me more. Please tell me these things to make me feel much better. Is that supposed to make me feel better, to stop me from bringing a blade to my skin. Oh thank you for calling me over attached on the nights I cried because you wouldn't reply. Oh please tell me more on how I do things wrong. I've been told that I pretend to be sad. It's funny how people think they know me better than myself. It's funny how people judge me based on what they've been told. What a funny life I live. Please hear me when I say, I do not like who I am. I do not like who I've become. I miss being happy. I miss having good dreams. I missed the feeling of being cared and loved for. But it is it possible to love someone who can not love themselves? Is it possible?
