Who is this girl you're reading about? That's a very simple question with a very simple answer. Though she refuses to tell you, but she will in the end. Her boyfriend knows, so does her friend, but she's afraid to tell the world. Slowly she takes one step out of her shell with every part she makes. Now its time for you to know. This story will keep changing as she goes. It will keep changing until she doesn't feel worthless. That isn't the point. You deserve to know, as the reader of the story, who this girl is.
I am this girl. I am the girl who cries at night. I am the girl with the terrible, homophobic environment. The girl trying to be "perfect" for everyone. The girl who is secretly bullied every day, secretly hurting, and hiding her true feelings behind a smile.
I can fool everyone I know into believing I'm fine. I've done it all my life. Sadly, I don't think anything will change, not until college. Not until I graduate and go to California. Not until I'm finally accepted for who I am.
Yes, I'm suicidal, I cut, I'm depressed, I starve, but it shouldn't change how you think of me. I'm still a person, right? So treat me as one; don't treat me like an alien. I keep to myself, I know that. My boyfriend tells me to open up more, to smile and be happy. Its just hard to do anything when you're terrified of society.
This is my story, and it will continue. I will keep fighting. I've made a promise, that I intend to keep.
YOU ARE READING
Worthless
Non-FictionDo you know what it really feels like? She does. It is all she's ever known, and she is me.
