I think I'm just a pest I never ask anyone what I am to them because it will usually be ugly,dumb,weird,and others.I was in love with two people and now it's nothing they both ignore me cause I showed them who I really was.I thought I was doing better be to be honest I really think I'm getting worse I'm officially broken.My smiles are all fake but no one can tell.Sometimes I'm in the bathroom secretly crying wishing people cared and were there told hold me.I know I'm loved but I don't feel it the truth I'm an outcast.Sad isn't it well that's also the end of my story the me everyone used to know died.Now I'm well just don't get to close to me and you'll find out I've tried but I'm nothing I'm sorry but it's the truth.The end
