I hate myself, I really do. I mean look at me! I’m ugly, I’m fat and I’m stupid. I literally have only 2 friends. Sometimes I wonder if I just end it will I come back in a better life? I have tried, so many times to just end my life but when I am right about to do it I stop and do you know why? Because there is this one boy in my life, who stole my heart a year and half ago and the funny thing is he doesn’t even know he has it. So why don’t I end my life, if he doesn’t like me? Well there is this thing within me called hope and if I don’t have hope well trust me I would be dead right now. I love someone so much and he doesn’t even return the feelings. I don’t blame him though because look at me. I am fat, and a worthless piece of shit. I don’t even know why I am stuck on that guy. I wonder sometimes if gods really out there looking down on us, and if he is sometimes I wonder if he knows how some people are suffering? Trust me I am grateful with the things I have and I am not complaining for me. I am complaining for the million people out there who need someone.
I am one of those people who need someone. I have absolutely nobody right now and I need someone. I need someone to help me, but I have no one. Is there something wrong with me? Is that why no body wants me? I’m not proud of what I have done to get attention, I am not proud of how low I went. I did the extreme and still nobody wanted me. I needed someone to hold me, and tell me it was okay. I needed someone to love me, but no one did. Do my feelings not count at all in this?
