I Can't do anything right. For gods sake I can't even read aloud without messing up! When the kids pick on me the teacher doesn't care. Can't you see? I'm not a happy little girl. I'm a sad little girl who wants to die. Can you tell the differences? Because some can't. But maybe you are different.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts About Myself And Other Things
RandomJust some thoughts I have around midnight because I can't sleep anymore. So what's better than writing a book about it?
