Today I was told I could never be loved.
That I wasn't good enough for it.
That I was a freak.
A loser.
A monster.
A witch.
I've been called many hurtful things.
But nothing hurts as much,
As When your told you can never be loved.
Than to find out it's true.
YOU ARE READING
It's just me.
Não FicçãoThis is just one of those things I did because I can. It makes me feel oddly better. I mean I guess you could call this a venting space. But I prefer online journal. Thanks for reading. See you.
