Identity is not who you are or what you come from it's what you grow and establish for yourself.
People say don't worry about what other people say only yourself, but how does that work if what I tell myself is even worse? Then who do I listen to? No one, so then I'm left all alone to feel though the motions, like a pen with out a spring or a broken pencil. I know I need help but I'm too afraid of losing my people, I'd rather kill myself then loose the people I love.
God has no plan for me. I stopped believing that a long to ago.
No I'm just a disgusting, ugly, hollow cast that just needs to die but I don't because I can't seem to.
FOR WHY😭🔫🎀
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Lost
Non-FictionYou walking around your school and you see her. The happiest, most brightest girl ever smiling and laughing about. You think to yourself, "I wonder where she gets all this happiness", with the way she bounces around. Then suddenly you look in her ey...
