Nobody has ever asked me what it felt like to be me.
Nobody has ever asked me if I was ever okay... Or how I feel about something.
I'm only a teenager, who's only happy sometimes.
I have mental issues, I've been told no boy would ever like me because I need anger management classes.
I've been called ugly, bitch, squaw, dumb, attention whore.
But then again... I'm only human.
I know I'm out of my head,
I'm not sorry though... I'm not sorry I have attachment issues. I'm not sorry I can't stay angry even when i was raging only a minute ago. I'm not sorry that I can come off as annoying, or that I have a daddy kink.
I'm not sorry.
Just like you aren't...
