My short life

Need to read this

Someone once told me I was perfect.

I'm not, I'm far from it.

I thought about this when I was crying today, what am I doing with my life?

I'm terrible at drawing, painting, pastels, and by how many people read my books, I'm terrible at writing!

My life is full of my depression, but no one knows what I go through daily, not even my closest friend. Hey don't know I cry my self to sleep some nights, or that I bawl my eyes out because I don't think ill amount to anything.

What am I supposed to do?

Live a lie?

I look at what other people accomplish and feel like I'll never make it even half way there.

All my friends know what job they want to have when they get out of high school, if they want to go to college, or if they will ever marry.

Me... I'm still stuck on what I'm going to do for the rest of my life.

So let me ask you this, what are you doing with your life? Because I sure don't know what I'm doing with mine.

Everyone seems to have a special talent, and they know what it is, that one thing that comes naturally to them..., and I don't have one, nothing comes naturally, so please! What am I doing with my life?

Is it even worth all the trouble to find out?

I wish I knew.

All my love,

Unicorn_Attacker