I look in the mirror and see myself and I cry.
I think about everything I've been through and I cry.
I know that nobody really cares about me, and that they dont like me.
And I cry.
Am I weak for crying?
Am I pathetic for still having a little bit of hope that someone could still care?
Am I worthless for being scared, because I am scared out of my MIND.
I dont know what to do anymore, but what I do know is that I wont quit.
Sorry for my rambling, and that I havnt updated to often ill be posting more chapters soon.
-Stay Strong.
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RandomOk so obviously I'm horrible at naming books but whatever. In this book I'm just going to talk about my life and whats on my mind (which by the way can get pretty messed up) I'm might put some poems I wrote in hear but I don't know so yeah. Bye and...
