Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself.
I feel like I'm often worthless and can't get anything right.
Today at camp I has fun.
But I don't really have 'friends' there.
Like, I often drift from group to group.
So I don't have one true friend.
It's ok though.
I'm used to it.
How do you think I survived all these years?
YOU ARE READING
Away
Short Story"Sometimes when I say 'I'm ok', I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, 'I know you're not'" -Unknown
