I can't take it anymore. I'm so tired. I'm so fake. I'm the worst person you would ever meet. I am empty. I have no feelings. I have nothing. I feel empty. I have no soul left inside me. Fuck this world. Fuck everyone who always hurt me. I am so sensitive. I am so alone. I am broken. I am the person you'd never like to meet or get to know. I'm all fake. I'm a fake bitch. I don't deserve happiness. I don't like myself. I hate every part of me. No one likes me. Maybe some people do. Everyone else is fake that is why they show love to me, but I know some people actually do love me.
I have general anxiety disorder. I have depression at such a young age. I have a broken soul. I have shattered hopes. I'm a yellow rotten leaf. I am someone who doesn't even matter. I hate myself so much. I wish I could harm myself but I won't ever. I can't. I'm the worst enemy of my own self. I am an absolute mess. I am a person who is all empty and depressed. I don't deserve to be happy. I guess it's me.
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'This is My Life, Lilac's Life'
Short StoryWhen you enter young adulthood, your life ride takes an immediate turn. My life took too. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Hey! Call me whatever you want to, but my name in my birth certificate is Lilac Katelyn Piers. I am a 13 year old teenager with no...
